#and he can't ignore blitz saving him like this

[blitzwhore]

Stolas just standing there and letting blitz hug him in the end is all good, right? He is just sad because of octavia and accepting that blitz is there with him right?? It's not that he regrets chosing him, right??? (I just need affirmation)

You know what? I've found myself needing reassurance about this too. So let's take a moment to look at the facts together, shall we?

(This reply turned out way longer than I expected it to 😅 sorry!)

Fact #1 - Stolas is still coming to terms with the consequences of his actions. He spends the whole episode finding out just how much his life has changed. Learning how to navigate groceries, and laundry, and meals, and having a job, and worrying about money.

Mid-episode, he has a breakdown where he truly questions if everything he gave up was worth it just for a fantasy. At this point in the episode, he still hasn't realised how much he means to Blitz. As far as he's concerned, he did all of this for someone who doesn't reciprocate his feelings. By the end of the episode, though, his feelings have settled enough for him to express what he has known to be true all along: that saving Blitz was the right thing to do.

What Stolas regrets isn't saving Blitz's life, or even loving Blitz in the first place.

What he regrets are the choices he made that led them to this. He feels guilty for selfishly (or, rather, naively) playing out his fantasies. He's the one who established the deal, who let Blitz illegally use the book for many months, who wasn't always sensible about how he expressed his love for Blitz publicly and despite being married, and who allowed himself to ignore the reality of his situation so he could live in his own, personal romcom—all of which ultimately led to the events of Mastermind and the loss of Via.

And all the guilt and regret he's grappling with (however justified it might be) is exacerbated by fact #2, which is:

Fact #2 - Stolas is off his medication. He's been off it for a month now. Symptoms of depression (especially untreated depression) include mood swings, irritability, self-hatred and low self-esteem, passive/active suicidal ideation, pessimism and hopelessness about the future, catastrophising, black-and-white thinking, and anhedonia (inability to feel pleasure and to find joy in things—and people—who used to bring you it). All symptoms Stolas exhibits throughout this episode.

So, even if he shows a lack of emotion toward Blitz at times, or irritation to seemingly minor things like low doors or "secretating" or Karen's behaviour, even if he acts regretful and angry and desolate... a lot of these emotions and behaviours are a result of his depression, and not of actually hating the life he chose.

Fact #3 - Stolas loves Blitz. He always has, and always will. I could point at a thousand different moments in the show when Stolas' love for Blitz has transpired, but I'm going to leave it at his line from Mastermind: "I would rather be dead than live life without you by my side."

Even after everything they've gone through, even now that he's taken Blitz off his pedestal and can acknowledge that Blitz can be a fucking idiot... Stolas simply does not want to live a life without Blitz. It has always been Blitz. It will always be Blitz.

Stolas loves Blitz.

Fact #4 - Stolas kissed Blitz. Before he truly hits rock bottom as a result of Octavia cutting him out, Stolas is so ecstatic that Blitz cares, that Blitz was willing to go to such lengths to save his life, that he can't hold back the need to kiss Blitz mid-air. Suddenly, none of his earlier frustration matters. Nothing matters expect for how elated he is that Blitz loves him back. So he smiles and he pulls Blitz into a kiss because he can't bear not to kiss Blitz for a moment longer.

Look at this man. Look at how happy he is. Because it's always been Blitz, and maybe it was a fantasy for a long time, but it doesn't have to be anymore. Maybe this can be real now. He's so happy he (and I) could cry.

Fact #5 - Stolas didn't deny loving Blitz. When Via said "You don't love me, you love him," the script very purposefully did not have Stolas go "no, no, Via, that's not true—" or say anything else that might make Blitz doubt, even for a moment, that Stolas loves him. Because that much is true. He does love Blitz. He just also loves Via. Which brings me to:

Fact #6 - Blitz knows Stolas loves him. At no point throughout the episode does Blitz doubt, even for a second, that Stolas loves him. And we know this because Blitz's walls remain down at all times. If Blitz doubted he was loved, if he had even the slightest of reservations, those walls would come crawling back up whether he wanted them to or not. It's what he's been trained and conditioned to do—it's how he's kept his heart safe ever since the accident.

But now, he knows his heart is safe with Stolas. He believes it enough to not depend on his walls to feel at ease. He believes it enough to let himself take care of Stolas and be soft with Stolas without the slightest trace of hesitation.

Look at Blitz's face. This is the face of a man who knows that even if Stolas isn't okay right now, things will get better. And when they do, they'll both still be in love with each other. This is the face of a man who can't wait for something beautiful to flourish between them, but who is in no rush to get there. He knows the road ahead is hard and painful, but he has faith in Stolas. In both of them.

Fact #6 - Stolas was happy to share a private, romantic dance with Blitz. Despite everything going through his mind, he found comfort and happiness in dancing with Blitz; in getting to have this little moment with him.

He found relief in the fact that Blitz stayed with him this time, even after Stolas told him, once again, that he didn't have to stay.

His reaction to Blitz initiating a dance between them is genuine surprise, immediately followed by an enamoured little smile at the mere notion that he gets to have this, now.

And, as they dance, he keeps smiling and leaning into Blitz, going as far as to manage a deep, heartfelt laugh at Blitz's words. This, for an unmedicated, depressed person going through one of the worst days of his life, is huge in itself. It shows that, even in the worst of times, he finds undeniable comfort and happiness in Blitz.

And, after their dance, Stolas looks at Blitz with a sobriety and soft sort of realisation that shows he's finally coming to terms with the fact that this is real. After everything he's lost, after all the fantasies he hoped for for so long and believed he'd never have, he finally gets to have this.

Despite the pain he's going through, Stolas looks at Blitz and sees the man he loves.

Notice how Blitz's eyes trail down to Stolas' mouth. And Stolas realises. And doesn't move away. Waiting, expectantly, for Blitz's next move, fully expecting it to be a kiss.

But then Blitz hugs him instead, and Stolas doesn't hug back.

And it's not because he doesn't want to be hugged by Blitz. It's not because his feelings for Blitz have changed, or dimmed, or disappeared. It's not because he regrets loving Blitz, or saving him. It's not because he doesn't want to have a close, healthy, loving romantic relationship with Blitz.

It's because of facts #1 (he's grappling with so much guilt and coming to terms with the consequences of his actions) and #2 (he's experiencing symptoms of unmedicated depression). And, above all, it's because of fact #7, which is...

Fact #7 - Stolas doesn't know how to be loved. Stolas has never had support. He has never had a shoulder to cry on, or someone to hold him when he needed it. When he's feeling vulnerable and broken, he defaults to hugging himself as a way to self-soothe, because that's the only comfort he's ever known.

And because he's never known comfort from others—because it was never allowed or safe for him to need or ask for comfort from others—all Stolas knows to do with his vulnerability is hide it. So much so that, the two times we see him begin to break down in front of Blitz before this episode, he either portals Blitz away or masks his tears and pain immediately. Even as he drunkenly rambles about wanting to be held, he still makes sure not to appear like he actually needs a hug.

So when he finds himself being held by Blitz in a warm, comforting hug, Stolas doesn't know how to respond. Because he's never had this. He's never had an opportunity to learn how to exist in someone's comforting embrace, how to interact with this kind of physical contact. He still has to learn how to feel safe between arms that aren't his own.

Simply put, Stolas still doesn't know how to hold Blitz back.

That doesn't mean Stolas doesn't want or need physical comfort. He needs it desperately—everyone does. But wanting something and knowing how to actually have it are two very different things, and Blitz knows that better than anyone, because he's wanted Stolas for a very long time, but didn't, until very recently, know how to feel safe accepting Stolas' love.

And that's why Blitz is completely understanding of the fact that all Stolas can do, all Stolas has the ability to do, is stand there and let himself be held, and let his emotions go through him. In, and out, with every breath, with every second. And get slowly acquainted with what being comforted by the person he loves feels like.

Thirty-something years of trauma can't be undone in a single hug, or a single conversation, and it's going to take time for Stolas to learn how to be present while in Blitz's arms, and how to return that emotional closeness.

But Blitz has faith in him. Blitz is willing to be patient and soft with him while he gets better. Blitz is ready to meet Stolas where he's at, because he knows, beyond a trace of doubt, that they love one another, and they're going to be okay. Even if Stolas doesn't know it yet—even if we, the audience don't know it yet—Blitz knows.

And that's just going to have to be enough for now.

And because this post got completely away from me, I shall conclude by quoting their song, because it summarises their story better than I ever could:

Truer love is hard to find. ❤️

[eldritchcreatureofwords]

OK, because ya'll need to hear it.

THERE WAS NOTHING OZZIE COULD HAVE DONE IN THAT TRIAL. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. "Oh, but Foxxe, he could have spoken up!" Bee did! And she was instantly brushed off and shut up. She barely got so much as an acknowledgement. Vassago did! And he was also shut down. Hard. He got more of a say then Bee did, likely because he was taken more seriously than the silly, childish Sin of Gluttony, but still no one even pretended to listen to him. Moxxie did. Blitz himself did. Did none of you hear what Blitz said at the end? Because he was right and it was true. Satan was never going to listen to anyone. Maybe, maybe if they'd managed to vote in a proper trial, he would have been forced to, but the rational people in the room lost the vote. The only reason Stolas got heard was because he made such a big scene, made himself impossible to ignore- and was the point of the trial in the first place. "Oh, but Foxxe, the crystal!" Cool, cool. So that means nothing. No, really. The crystal means fuck all. Even if this trial weren't rigged, even if anyone was willing to listen, even if people actually thought Blitz had done something wrong and didn't just not give a shit- Blitz still acquired his means to earth illegally in the first place. Just because you buy a car years later doesn't unsteal the one you stole in your teens, and it doesn't make that suddenly not illegal. Now, Stolas gave Blitz access to the book, but that's still illegal (apparently) and even if it wasn't, it's pretty clear that's not what he's actually on trial for. He's 'on trial' for supposedly raping, assaulting, manipulating, and stealing from a Goetia. They're making Blitz out to be the monster Stella really is. It's not just about the book, and even if it was, the crystal would not undo the illegal actions taken originally. "Oh, but Foxxe, he could have said something about Striker!!" Oh, right, cool, yeah. But, uh, one question. Why???? It's not like the council thinks Striker is some good-faith high-class excellent beacon of shining morale. They know he's an assassin. He is literally here to get amnesty. What is Ozzie going to say? "Oh, this guy who kills people for a living? He tried to kill my boyfriend!" Um, duh, of course he did, no shit, he's a POS. If anything, that would easily be twisted to make Blitz look like a psychopath who set Striker on Fizz, too. And it would have brought Ozzie's relationship with Fizzie out onto the table, which is a can of worms no one wants to deal with.

Yes, they're open now, but fuck only knows if Satan or any of the other sins know that- and even if they do, it puts Ozzie's words/testimony in nebulous light because Blitz is Fizzie's friend, and Fizzie is Ozzie's lover. Plus, as a 'dirty imp fucker' Ozzie may well dig everyone's hole even deeper and further complicate the situation. Ozzie is flat-out-stated to be the 'weakest and least threatening' of the Sins. Satan is the strongest, save perhaps Luci himself, who isn't fucking there because he's currently in a room buried up to the Goddamn neck in rubber duckies and having a fucking crisis while his people and his domain sort of fall down around his stupid adorable ears. Ozzie's not going to pick a fight he can't win. Because he wouldn't win it. Satan would flatten him and we all fucking know it. Even if he did go scorched earth and just start a Goddamn fight in the courtroom, what does that solve? Precisely nothing. You would, best case scenario, have I.M.P on the run, Ozzie a traitor, and Stolas and Blitz still in their Divorce Era, miserable and alone, now with added Half of Hell on their Heels for extra emotional and mental damage! So, in summation- Ozzie couldn't do jack fucking all in that trial. And to hope that Fizzie hates him, is angry with him, or they break up over this is really small and silly and absolutely does not do justice to the characters- and I'm not even getting into some of the flanderizing bullshit I see saying Ozzie is racist and implying that his relationship with Fizzie isn't as healthy as it seems and it's all about to come to light. I'm not saying Fizz can't be mad. I'm not saying they don't need to talk. I'm not saying it's not traumatic and stressful or doesn't need to be addressed. I'm saying that ultimately Ozzie's hands were fucking tied and that a ten year plus relationship is not a lie that is about to fall apart or crack. And if it does, I'm going to be pretty disappointed in Vivz. (I'll keep loving the show, of course, just be disappointed.) I'm saying that ya'll need to stop acting like Ozzie is an evil, hypocritical, or selfish douchebag for not flinging himself on the pyre pointlessly. I'm saying that while I think it will be addressed, I really think ultimately Fizz is a compassionate, intelligent, empathetic person who will understand why Ozzie couldn't do anything and will be glad the man he loves- the man he loves, ya'll- did not cut off his nose to spite his face.

[lost-romantique]

The Way He Lit up His Life- Baby Stolitz Circus Edition (Part 1)

I love the way Blitz manages to light up Stolas' life, even when he never meant too.

Stolas starts off his birthday fucking elated. Of course he would, IT’S HIS MOTHERFUCKING BIRTHDAY!

"You will be entrusted with the study of the Earth's skies, the stars, the prophecies they hold, all that stuff. Isn't that fun!"

Stolas is given his life's mission as a Goetia, and he couldn't be happier!

This is best birthday ever! Absolutely what can go wrong!?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M BEING FORCED IN AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE WITH A PSYCHO!

Stolas is forced into an arranged marriage with Stella, and he's devastated. He begins to cry.

His father who is so good at daddying, mind you, suggests they go to the circus in town.

Stolas does not want to go, he's miserable. His birthday is ruined.

Stolas is at the circus now, he has to have a fun time at the circus... right? RIGHT?

Despite all the cool shit that's happening before him, Stolas is miserable. He doesn't even bother looking at the performances.

He even flicks away the peanuts off his grimoire.

This baby birb is fucking miserable.

Absolutely nothing can make this day go better...

Suddenly, he sees HIM.

The boy wonder, the man who will become the poster child for severe self-hatred, BLITZO BUCKZO!!!

But Stolas doesn't see that...

All he sees is a little imp boy with the biggest smile on his face. Stolas is smitten.

Could this be what they call love at first sight? Who knows...

All Stolas knows is that absolutely nothing has caught his attention, OTHER THAN HIM!

The moment Blitz lands on stage, Stolas does a double-take. HE DOES A MOTHERFUCKING DOUBLE TAKE!

Whenever Blitz is on stage is the only time Stolas truly enjoys his time at the circus. All of his focus is on that little imp boy who can't make a fucking horse balloon to save his life.

"Well, heh. It was a horse, but then it ate too much sugar and its legs stopped working, so he had to amputate. Now, it's a gross worm horse."

Blitzo makes a stupid joke no one laughs at, but Stolas... this baby birb finds it fucking hilarious. He's charmed.

Blitzo sees that and he acknowledges his existence, almost instantly. He sees the only boy that would laugh at his stupid joke.

Suddenly Fizz comes in, makes a perfect horse in record time, and everyone laughs at his joke instead. Thereby stealing whatever thunder Blitzo had.

But you know the funny thing... Stolas doesn't laugh at Fizz's joke. Actually he's almost offended that everyone completely ignored Blitzo's joke.

"I liked his broken horse joke, it was funny. Their legs do stop working when they eat too much sugar, it's called laminitis."

Paimon looks at Stolas curiously, giving his son the eye as Stolas proceeds to laugh to himself because Blitzo's joke is that funny!

The scene ends with a closeup shot of a smiling Blitzo.

~~~

I find it adorable just how quickly Stolas' boredom changes the moment he sees Blitz on stage.

Stolas was just given the life changing news that he was going to be forced into an arranged marriage, and he's miserable. He doesn't want to go to the circus. Only for all that change the moment he sees Blitzo.

It's so cute just how smitten he is, how enchanted Stolas gets when he sees Blitzo on stage. How the worse day of his life turned into one of the best all because he sees him.

Please watch out for my future posts as I analyze all the Stolitz scenes in The Circus.

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Yes, yes, more Stolitz thoughts.

Most of which were eaten up earlier due to an internet glitch when I was still trying to sort out how my thoughts tied to Striker and then my draft never saved.

Of course, we all know that Blitzø is absolutely horrible at expressing emotions. His walls are high, thick, and nearly impenetrable. That's a given. Even Stolas mentions the walls in Just Look My Way.

But Stolas is just as self-sabotaging as Blitzø. He doesn't mean to be (Blitzø, maybe just a little, out of a sense of self-preservation). And a lot of it is the product of his upbringing.

We know that his bottle of anti-depressants was empty, and others have pointed out that may have been a factor in Stolas' reaction (how Stolas' happy pills work in hell, who knows. I know that one missed dose of an SSRI/SNRIs would not be enough to cause him to be more emotionally fragile*, but at the very least, we can allow Stolas a placebo effect in feeling even more ill equipped when he's already a ball of nerves - so much so that he vomits as soon as he wakes).

*(EDIT: not necessarily, at least, but regardless, Stolas is a mess + now he's extra extra anxious)

Let's take a look at how Stolas, without intending to, is the one with the steering wheel on this.

He is afraid. He is deathly afraid of losing Blitzø when he sets him free. He is in his own head, and has been in his own head, since he came to this decision.

He can't take it back, but considering where they are, that isn't a bad thing. It's not the what, it's the how.

Well. We know they both fucked this up.

But my point is about the "I'll set us free" line. Emphasis on the "I" as in this is what Stolas is doing, all by himself.

Of course, we know that Stolas is coming at this genuinely - and we know that he truly loves Blitzø and has done his best to drop hints left and right.

We also know that Blitzø does not see himself as lovable, so of course he will not be picking up what Stolas is putting down.

We know this.

Blitz does not.

Let's think back to how resilient Blitzø is in most cases. He has built this shell around himself and protects the vulnerable parts of himself with barbs and insults and witty rejoinders. He is not afraid to kick ass and take names, and who recognizes that Blitzø isn't like typical imps?

Striker, that's who. (Argh, please ignore the fact that the CC does not know Blitz's name.)

But the thing that made me really think of Striker is that, despite his own personal grudges against the royals, he made a very strong (bloody and violent) point with Stolas and sadly, Stolas wasn't able to extrapolate this to Blitzø.

Stolas did not deserve this, but he definitely struck a nerve with Striker, who just got done telling him how "some of us" have had everything taken away from royals like Stolas.

Stolas has never been kidnapped before, and any abuse heaped on him by Stella is nothing like what Striker is doing here. He hasn't had his powers stripped from him. And of course, both his power and station place him above the imps. Even though he doesn't see it! Even though he bows to Blitzø, who he sees as an equal, but doesn't act as if they are equals, not to Blitzø.

I hate Striker for hurting my dear sweet owl boy, but I do get his anger here.

And thinking of that, it's painfully ironic that Stolas does exactly that to Blitzø.

Which is how we got to this point.

Stolas has deemed himself unworthy of Blitzø's love, despite wanting it so desperately. And yes, Blitzø was a total dick for the whole role playing and saying I love you as a fucking joke - but this is how Blitzø deals with his emotions. He doesn't just tamp them down, he buries them before they can hurt him - and still, we see him begging Stolas - pleading his case, that he can do better.

He doesn't want to lose the book, but he really doesn't want to lose Stolas, and if this relationship between them isn't what he has believed it's always been, there is more of a chance to be hurt by opening up.

Fuck.

I totally get Stolas jumping to the conclusion that Blitzø does not think very highly of him at all. He has no idea how Blitzø has lamented to Fizz how he believes that Stolas only wants one thing from him. He doesn't dare believe it's more / can't possible see that it could ever be more.

And I would be so crushed by Blitzø's reaction, too, if I was Stolas, and I'd just poured my heart out, splayed everything on the floor, to be trod upon.

I get it. I would probably do the same exact thing. Stolas has already built up the rejection in his head, but still very much hoped for his feelings to be reciprocated, instantly, honestly, and passionately. He has been on the receiving end of passion in the physical sense so it makes sense that he'd expect for more. I absolutely get that and do not hate Stolas for this at all.

(And someone pointed out that Stolas once put his cigarette out on Blitzø - but like - that was his horn? Which seems to be like horse hooves and YOU KNOW HOW MUCH BLITZØ WOULD LOVE BEING COMPARED TO A FUCKING HORSE! Ahem.)

It hurts so much to see these two, who both deserve to be loved, who want to be loved, to fumble so violently through their own issues and not just stepping but jumping up and down on the land mines that are each other's baggage. Even knowing that in the end, this will make their bond stronger, it hurts.

But I am so happy when I see so many people getting that we can't put the blame solely on either one of them. The beauty of their relationship is all the complicated stuff that Blitz hates.

Which I hate, too.

But also, I really really love it.

It's complicated.

(Cue the Avril Lavigne song.)

[doublejango]

Blitz is extremely wary of alcoholics and drug addicts. The depth of trauma his dad caused him isn't something he can just get over with the snap of his fingers, but it did teach him to worry about those people, and to recognize problems when he sees them.

---[content about addiction and recovery under the cut]---

Blitz cares. He knows full-well that day drinking can be fine and many people can do it in moderation, but that for some, it absolutely isn't fine and isn't something they can control or moderate. For some people, the problem is insurmountable, and they need to get help. And yes, he's afraid of becoming addicted himself. He knows he could, all too easily. But his experience with an alcoholic father is a big part of why he was worried when he pointed out the way Stolas was drinking. He's doesn't want to lose him to alcohol.

Blitz had to fight to help get his sister to go to rehab for drug use, and did the same with Verosika, trying so damn hard to get her to ease up on the drinking, to get her to see that she needed help (and probably still does, at least in the show canon).

He regrets that he screwed Verosika over. I headcanon that he tried to get her to go to rehab and she wasn't interested, so he accepted that and tried to keep going with their relationship as long as he could... until he couldn't. Until she said she loved him, and he broke her heart and ended things in the absolute worst way he possibly could.

He couldn't let himself fall in love with an alcoholic. He wouldn't have survived it and he knows that--and Blitz wants to live.

With his sister, he paid for her rehab as long as he could, as much as he could and worked his ass off to make sure he had enough money to keep that going, to never have to ignore a bill from her facility. She hated him and didn't want anything from him, clearly, but he was her brother: taking care of her, as much as he could, felt like the least he could do, even if she hates him for it. She's alive. She's alive, and so it was worth it. It was all worth it.

Even if she blames him, he still cares. He still feels responsible for helping her. For making sure she is never abandoned.

Because that is one of the ways that addiction hurts the people in the addict's life: they feel responsible. They want to help and they can't. They love them deeply, but can't save them. And speaking as someone who has had painfully close experience with helping people get into rehab... the addict often never forgives them for it for a long, long time. Having an intervention is beautiful in theory, but often damages the relationship for years, until the person in recovery reaches a stage where they are ready to work on that. Where they understand that it wasn't them someone was rejecting, it was the drugs, the alcohol. The lies. The pain. The self-destruction.

Blitz knows this. So no matter how much Barbie Wire hates him now, he knows he can't really talk to her about their childhood yet. He can't have that relationship with her yet. He effectively does not have a sister, and never will, not until she chooses that role again. But, because he knows and understands, he will always be open to her coming back. He'll be happy about it when it happens--if if happens. He may not be able to verbalize his understanding, or be great about talking about his feelings in general, but that doesn't mean they aren't there.

Recovering addicts can sometimes be the most wonderful and inspirational people, but they can also be the most vindictive and cruel during recovery, especially if recovery wasn't their choice and they felt forced or shamed. It's a hard, ugly truth... and Blitz will still hold onto his love for them. He doesn't just stop loving someone, doesn't just stop caring, even if he seems like he does.

So, yes. He was worried about Stolas's drinking. And yes, he's worried about Verosika's. He can't be in a relationship with an alcoholic--for both their sakes. He knows he isn't a stable enough person, and at the same time, he can't bring himself to enable someone's addiction. Not if he loves them. Not if he has ever cared about them. It doesn't mean he doesn't understand the misery that can push someone to need to rely on substance abuse. It doesn't mean he doesn't get it. It means he wants better for them. He wants them to survive. He knows people hate when others have boundaries, addicts especially, and it can be fucking heartbreaking to enforce them... but he will, when it comes to substance abuse. It will break his heart, but he'll do it...

And he will never stop hoping for the people he loves to heal. To recover. To get better. Even if he is a shitty, broken person, he will hold onto hope for them, and try to help them get what help they'll accept.

[lkgmediaproductions]

Redemption Over Obsession (A Helluva Boss Fan Fiction)

"You're the one who's going to save me, baby," Blitzø cooed into the microphone, his eyes gleaming with hope and desperation. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the flickering candles on the floor. The shadows danced across his face, painting him as both the hero and the villain of his own tragic love story.

Stolas looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow at the sudden outburst. "Could you keep it down?" he murmured, not looking away from the page. "Some of us are trying to read here."

Ignoring the sarcasm, Blitzø took a deep breath, his chest swelling with determination. "You're mine, Stolas," he declared, voice echoing through the room. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get you back."

The air grew thick with tension as Blitzø's obsession took a darker turn. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the book in Stolas's hand, which had become a symbol of their fractured relationship. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his tone shifting from desperate to menacing.

Stolas sighed, closing the book with a thud. He'd heard this before—the same old lines, the same old promises. But this time, something in Blitzø's voice sent a shiver down his spine. He placed the book on the nightstand and turned to face him, his eyes cold and calculating. "What's your plan, Blitz?"

Blitzø expresses his obsession with Stolas after the post-breakup, speaking into a microphone in a dramatically lit room. Stolas, reading, is unimpressed by the display. Blitzø insists on their connection and hints at extreme measures, causing Stolas to feel a new level of unease.

Blitzø stepped closer, a wild grin spreading across his features. "Oh, it's simple," he said, his eyes gleaming with a madness that had been brewing for weeks. "We're going to run away together. Just you, me, and our little baby."

Stolas's heart skipped a beat. "Baby?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you talking about?"

Blitzø leaned in, his breath hot on Stolas's neck. "Our love child," he murmured, his hand stroking Stolas's stomach. "The perfect little demon that will seal our bond forever."

Stolas's eyes widened in horror. "That's insane," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not having a baby with you."

Blitzø's smile grew even more manic. "Oh, but you will," he whispered, his hand sliding to Stolas's wrist, his grip tightening like a vice. "You'll love it. You'll love me again."

Stolas tried to pull away, his eyes searching for an escape route. But the room seemed to close in around him, the shadows whispering his fears back to him. "Let go of me," he demanded, his voice firm despite the panic rising in his chest.

"Or what?" Blitzø challenged, his grip tightening. "You'll leave me again? For him?" His gaze flickered to the picture frame on the dresser—a snapshot of Stolas with his new boyfriend, the one who had so easily filled the void Blitzø had left behind.

Blitzø reveals his plan to kidnap Stolas and have a child together, believing it will mend their relationship. Stolas is horrified, rejecting the idea and demanding Blitzø to release him, but the latter's grip tightens, driven by madness and anger towards Stolas's new partner.

Stolas's eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. "I won't be forced into anything," he stated, jerking his hand free. He stepped back, creating a space between them that felt as vast as the abyss. "You're not thinking straight."

"Thinking straight?" Blitzø echoed, his laughter sharp and brittle. "I've never been more clear-headed in my life. This is what we need to fix us, Stolas. A family."

Stolas backed away, his wings fluttering anxiously. "That's not how this works," he said, his voice rising. "You can't just decide for us both."

Blitzø's smile fell, and in its place grew a cold, determined look. "I've seen the way you look at him," he spat, pointing at the picture. "The way you laugh with him, the way you touch him. It's like you've forgotten what we had."

Stolas's eyes never left the photo, his heart aching at the sight of the happiness he had once shared with Blitzø. But he knew it was gone, shattered beyond repair. "I've moved on," he said softly, meeting Blitzø's gaze. "You need to do the same."

The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the candles. Blitzø's eyes searched Stolas's, looking for any hint of love or longing, but all he found was resolve. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and his expression crumpled. "You don't love me anymore," he murmured, his voice cracking.

Stolas took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored the one in his heart. "I care for you, Blitz," he said gently. "But what we had... it's not there anymore."

Stolas rejects Blitzø's plan, asserts his autonomy, and confirms that he has moved on. Blitzø, seeing the finality in Stolas's eyes, realizes that their love is irrevocably lost, leaving him devastated.

Blitzø's grip on reality slipped further, the room spinning around him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Care?" he scoffed, his voice filled with pain. "That's not enough for me. I want love. I need love."

Stolas's expression softened, his voice tinged with regret. "I know you do, Blitz," he said. "But you're not going to find it by forcing me to stay."

Blitzø's eyes searched Stolas's, desperation pooling in the depths of his soul. "What if I can't live without you?" he whispered, his voice cracking.

Stolas's wings drooped, the weight of Blitzø's pain settling heavily on his shoulders. "Then you need to find a way to live with it," he said firmly. "You can't just take what you want because you can't handle the alternative."

Blitzø's eyes flashed with anger, the flames of his obsession flickering higher. "You think I'm weak?" he snarled, taking a step forward. "I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Stolas held his ground, his own anger rising to meet Blitzø's. "You're not going to win me back with threats," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "If you can't accept that we're over, then you need to leave."

Blitzø's grip on the microphone tightened until his knuckles turned white. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Not to him. Not to anyone."

Blitzø's desperation leads to anger as Stolas refuses to be forced into a relationship, advising Blitzø to find a way to live without him. Stolas maintains his stance, prompting a darker, more intense obsession from Blitzø, who vows to never let Stolas go.

Stolas's eyes narrowed, his own anger now a living, breathing entity in the room. "You don't get to decide that," he said, his voice icy. "I'm not a possession, Blitz. I'm a person. And I won't be treated like I'm something you can just claim."

The silence stretched between them, thick and tense. Then, with a roar of fury, Blitzø threw the microphone across the room. It shattered against the wall, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Stolas didn't flinch. He'd seen this side of Blitz before, the one that lurked beneath the charm and the jokes, the one that had driven him away in the first place.

"You think you can just walk away?" Blitzø yelled, his eyes burning with a fiery rage. "After everything we've been through? After everything I've done for you?"

Stolas stood his ground, his wings spread slightly in a show of his own power. "I'm not walking away from anything," he said calmly. "I'm walking away from you, and the toxic mess you've made of us."

Blitzø's laugh was hollow, filled with a desperation that made Stolas's stomach churn. "Toxic?" he repeated. "You think that's what we had? That's a lie you've been telling yourself to justify leaving me."

Stolas's wings snapped taut, his patience wearing thin. "I'm not the one who's lost their mind," he retorted, gesturing to the candles and the chaotic scene Blitzø had created. "This isn't love. This is obsession."

The confrontation escalates as Stolas asserts his autonomy and refuses to be controlled. Blitzø's anger boils over, leading to the destruction of the microphone. Stolas maintains his resolve, calling out Blitzø's behavior as obsession rather than love.

Blitzø's madness deepens from the post-breakup, revealing a twisted plan to kidnap Stolas for marriage and a child. Stolas, horrified, confirms their relationship's end and refuses to be controlled. Their confrontation escalates, with Stolas calling out Blitzø's obsession. Blitzø, devastated and enraged, vows never to release Stolas.

Blitzø's expression darkened, his hands clenching into fists. "Fine," he spat. "If you won't come back to me willingly, I'll just have to make you." He lunged for Stolas, but the latter was quicker, darting to the side and out of reach.

The room erupted into a chaotic dance of flailing limbs and snarled curses as Stolas tried to evade Blitzø's grasp. The candles toppled, setting fire to the curtains, the flames licking the walls with a hungry ferocity.

"You can't do this, Blitz," Stolas panted, his wings beating a frantic rhythm against the smoke-filled air. "You can't just kidnap me and expect me to love you again."

But Blitzø was beyond listening. His eyes gleamed with a crazed determination that was both terrifying and heartbreaking. He cornered Stolas, his hands outstretched, the flaming curtains casting a hellish glow on his features. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "And I'll never let you go."

Stolas's wings flared, knocking over a lamp and sending it crashing to the floor. The light flickered and went out, leaving them in the flickering embrace of the fire's light. "You're not thinking clearly," he pleaded, his voice strained with fear and sadness. "Please, Blitz, stop this."

But Blitzø was beyond reason. His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost tangible, his mind clouded by a desperate love that had turned toxic. "I'll do whatever it takes," he snarled, his hand shooting out to grab Stolas.

Blitzø's obsession leads to a violent confrontation where he attempts to force Stolas to stay, culminating in the apartment catching fire and Stolas's desperate pleas for Blitzø to let him go.

Stolas managed to dodge, the fabric of his shirt tearing away in Blitzø's grasp. He stumbled backward, his wings fluttering wildly to keep him upright. The heat from the fire was intense, the smoke thick and choking. "This isn't love," he gasped, his eyes watering. "This is madness."

Blitzø's smile was cold, his eyes never leaving Stolas's. "Maybe it is," he conceded, his voice low and dangerous. "But it's the only way I know how to show you what you mean to me."

The fire grew louder, the heat more intense, as the room became a prison of flaming rage. Stolas searched for an exit, his eyes darting around the room, but every path was blocked by the inferno that had once been their shared space. "You're going to get us both killed," he choked out, the smoke filling his lungs.

Blitzø stepped closer, the flames casting an eerie light on his face, making him look like a demon from Stolas's worst nightmares. "I'd rather burn with you than live without you," he murmured, his hand reaching out again.

Stolas's eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could serve as a weapon or a means of escape. His eyes fell on the nightstand drawer, slightly ajar. He knew what was inside—his own personal knife collection, a macabre assortment of sharp instruments that had been gifts from various admirers over the centuries. Without a second thought, he reached in and pulled out the nearest one, the cool metal giving him a small sense of comfort in the face of the overwhelming heat.

Stolas evades Blitzø's grasp in the burning apartment, with the latter admitting his actions are driven by madness. Stolas sees his knife collection as a potential escape tool.

Blitzø's eyes followed the movement, his smile faltering for a moment before it grew wider, more twisted. "You're not going anywhere," he said, his voice low and deadly.

Stolas's grip on the knife was firm, his wings fluttering to keep the smoke at bay. "Let me go," he said, his voice steady despite the fear that clawed at his insides.

Blitzø's smile never wavered, but his eyes flickered to the knife with a hint of concern. "Don't be ridiculous," he said, taking a step closer. "We're going to be fine. Just come with me."

Stolas's heart raced as he backed away, the flames now dangerously close. "I'm not going anywhere with you," he said, raising the knife. The fire reflected off the blade, casting a crimson glow across the room.

Blitzø's eyes narrowed, his smile fading to a snarl. "You'd really hurt me?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disbelief.

Stolas's hand holding the knife didn't waver. "If it means my freedom," he said, his voice cold and firm, "yes, I would."

Blitzø's expression twisted, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. He took a step back, the flames reflected in his eyes. "You'd choose him over me?" he roared, his fists clenching.

Stolas's grip on the knife tightened. "I'm not choosing anyone," he said firmly. "I'm choosing myself."

Stolas finds a knife for defense and stands firm against Blitzø, willing to fight for his freedom. The confrontation escalates as Blitzø questions Stolas's loyalty, and Stolas asserts his right to choose himself.

The words hit Blitzø like a sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of him. He stumbled back, the fire's heat now a reflection of the pain searing through his chest. "How could you?" he choked out, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Stolas's own eyes were wet, a sheen of sadness reflecting the flickering flames. "This isn't about choosing," he said, his voice breaking. "It's about letting go of what's toxic."

The room grew quieter, the crackling fire seeming to muffle Blitzø's sobs. Stolas's wings drooped, the weight of his words heavy on his shoulders. He took a deep breath, tasting the acrid smoke in the air. "You need help, Blitz," he said softly. "Real help."

Blitzø's eyes searched Stolas's, looking for any sign of relenting, but all he found was sadness and resolve. He turned away, the firelight playing off his horns as he sank to his knees. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of the flames. "I never wanted it to come to this."

Stolas felt a pang of pity, his hand dropping slightly. "I know," he said, his voice gentle. "But you need to accept that we're over. For both our sakes."

Stolas maintains his stance, clarifying that his decision isn't about choosing someone else but about self-preservation. Blitzø is struck by the finality, breaks down, and apologizes, with Stolas expressing pity and reinforcing the need for their separation.

The room was a maelstrom of fire and shadow, the heat suffocating. Blitzø's shoulders heaved with the weight of his sobs, his form outlined by the flaming curtains behind him. The fire had spread, engulfing the room in a fiery embrace that mirrored the chaos of their relationship. Stolas knew he had to get out, to save himself from the madness that was consuming them both.

He took a tentative step towards Blitzø, the knife lowering slightly. "Let's go," he said, his voice softer now. "We can get out of here. We can get you help."

But Blitzø was lost in his own world of pain and anger. He looked up, his eyes wild and unfocused. "Help?" he spat. "You think you can fix me?"

Stolas took a deep breath, the smoke making his eyes water. "I don't know if I can," he admitted. "But I know you can't do this alone."

The fire grew louder, the heat becoming almost unbearable. Blitzø's form was now nothing but a silhouette against the blaze, his eyes burning with a fury that seemed to fuel the flames. "You're just like everyone else," he screamed, his voice hoarse from the smoke. "You want to control me, to change me."

Stolas's own wings were singeing, the pain a stark reminder of the reality of their situation. "This isn't about control," he yelled back, the knife still clutched in his hand. "This is about saving you from yourself."

The fire spreads, creating a dire escape situation. Stolas tries to reason with Blitzø, offering help and understanding, but Blitzø's madness remains entrenched, seeing Stolas's concern as controlling and rejects it, trapping them both in the burning apartment.

Blitzø's expression grew feral, his eyes glowing with a fiery intensity. "You think you can save me?" He laughed, a sound that was more a sob than anything else. "You're the one who broke me."

The words were a knife to Stolas's heart, but he knew he couldn't let Blitzø's madness consume them both. He took a step forward, the knife now held firmly in his grasp. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with smoke. "Let's go."

But Blitzø was beyond reasoning. He lunged at Stolas, his eyes wild with rage and despair. Stolas reacted instinctively, the knife flashing in the firelight as he swung it in an arc to keep the other demon at bay. The blade sliced through the air, a silent scream in the chaos of the burning room.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, the fury in Blitzø's gaze freezing Stolas's blood. Then, with a roar of pain, Blitzø stumbled back, clutching at his chest where the knife had found its mark. His wings crumpled, and he collapsed to the floor, the flames closing in around him.

Stolas's heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. "No," he whispered, dropping the knife and rushing to Blitzø's side. The fire had spread too quickly, leaving them with only moments to escape. He reached out to his ex-lover, desperation and regret mixing in his eyes. "I didn't mean to..."

Stolas's pleas for escape are met with accusation and madness from Blitzø, resulting in a violent lunge. Stolas defends himself, accidentally wounding Blitzø, who falls to the ground as the fire surrounds them. Stolas, overwhelmed with regret, tries to help despite the imminent danger.

In a fiery confrontation, Blitzø attempts to force Stolas into marriage and parenthood, but Stolas resists, finding a knife for defense. Blitzø, though broken by regret, is too consumed by madness to leave, trapping them both in the fire.

But Blitzø was already gone, his eyes lifeless, his body swallowed by the hungry flames. Stolas watched in horror as the man he once loved was consumed by the very madness that had driven them apart. The room was now an inferno, the heat unbearable, the smoke choking. The knife lay forgotten on the floor, a tragic symbol of the love that had turned to ash.

With a strength born of desperation, Stolas pushed himself to his feet and stumbled towards the window, the only escape route left. His wings were seared, his skin burned, but the thought of leaving Blitzø behind was unbearable. He reached the window, the glass shattering under his touch, and threw himself through it, the cold night air a stark contrast to the hellish scene he left behind.

He hovered outside for a moment, watching the flames lick the sky, his heart racing. The pain in his chest was nothing compared to the anguish in his soul. He had tried to save Blitzø, but in the end, his love had only brought them both to ruin. The fire trucks were already on their way, their sirens piercing the night, but it was too late for the apartment—and possibly too late for the man he had once cherished.

With a heavy heart, Stolas flew away, leaving the burning building and the shattered remnants of their love behind. The wind stung his burned wings, but he didn't care. The agony was a reminder that he was still alive, that he had escaped the madness.

Blitzø succumbs to the fire, leaving Stolas distraught. Despite his injuries, Stolas escapes through the window, watching the apartment burn as he flies away, painfully aware of his failure to save Blitzø and the end of their love.

He found refuge in an alley, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His eyes were haunted, the image of Blitzø's fiery end seared into his mind. He had never wanted it to come to this, but he had been backed into a corner, forced to fight for his own freedom. The weight of his actions settled on him like a leaden cloak, suffocating him with guilt.

Stolas knew he couldn't stay. The fire would attract too much attention, and he had to get help for Blitzø. But as he took to the skies again, the wind carrying the acrid scent of burning demon flesh, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

He flew straight to the new love's apartment, his mind racing with a plan to save Blitzø. He had to tell someone, had to get help before it was too late. He pounded on the door, his heart hammering in his chest.

The door swung open to reveal the "Better than Blitzo" guy, eyes wide with shock. "Stolas?" he gasped, taking in the sight of the injured demon before him.

Stolas didn't have the strength for pleasantries. "Blitz," he panted, his voice hoarse from the smoke. "He's hurt. We have to help him."

The new boyfriend, whose name Stolas had never bothered to learn, took in the frantic state of the demon before him. "What happened?"

"He's lost it," Stolas choked out, his wings trembling from the exertion. "The apartment's on fire. We have to get him out."

After escaping the fire, Stolas is overwhelmed by guilt and seeks refuge in an alley. Determined to save Blitzø, he flies to the new boyfriend's apartment, revealing the dire situation and begging for assistance to rescue Blitzø from the burning apartment.

The human's expression shifted from shock to concern, his eyes flickering to the fiery skyline. "Okay," he said, his voice steady. "We'll call the fire department, and I'll grab the first aid kit."

Stolas nodded, his breathing shallow and pained. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper.

The human's apartment was a blur of movement as he rushed to the phone, his panic palpable as he dialed emergency services. Stolas hovered by the door, his wings useless at his side. The pain was intense, but his concern for Blitz was even greater. He could feel the burns deep in his muscles, but he pushed aside the agony, focusing solely on the task at hand.

"You need to get to a hospital," the human said, returning with a first aid kit in hand. His eyes were filled with a mix of fear and pity as he took in Stolas's injuries. "You can't stay here."

Stolas nodded, his thoughts a tumultuous storm. "I know," he murmured. "But Blitz..."

The human looked at him, his expression a mix of anger and understanding. "I'll call for him too," he said firmly. "But you can't go back in there. You'll only make it worse."

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving the flaming horizon. He knew the human was right, but the urge to rush back into the inferno was overwhelming. The sirens grew louder, a cacophony of despair echoing through the streets.

The human took Stolas's hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. "We'll get him help," he assured, his voice steady. "But we have to do it together."

Stolas is met with concern and aid from his ex-boyfriend's new partner, who helps him contact emergency services. Despite his injuries, Stolas's main concern remains for Blitzø, and the human agrees to help. They form an uneasy alliance as the sirens grow closer, with the shared goal of saving Blitzø from the burning apartment.

Stolas nodded, the reality of the situation finally setting in. His love for Blitz had led them both to this point, and now he had to trust in someone else to save him. The sirens grew closer, the wailing a stark contrast to the silence of the alley.

The human helped him to the nearest hospital, the journey a blur of pain and guilt. Stolas could feel the burns on his wings and skin, but the emotional agony was far worse. As they approached the emergency room, the human spoke firmly. "I'll stay with you," he said, his grip tight on Stolas's hand. "We'll figure this out."

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving the burning apartment in the distance. "Thank you," he murmured, the words feeling inadequate.

The human's grip tightened. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice gruff. "We're in this together now."

The emergency room was a blur of white lights and concerned faces as they rushed Stolas through the doors. Nurses and doctors flitted around him, their movements a frenetic dance of care and concern. Stolas felt detached from it all, his mind replaying the events of the night over and over. The smell of antiseptic and the sound of beeping machines did little to soothe his frayed nerves.

As the medical staff tended to his burns, the human remained by his side, his hand never leaving Stolas's. "What's your name?" Stolas managed to ask, his voice hoarse from the smoke.

"It's Brandon," the human said, his grip firm but gentle. "Yours is Stolas, right?"

Stolas and Brandon, driven by the urgency of saving Blitzø, head to the hospital. The pain of his injuries is overshadowed by his emotional turmoil. Upon arriving, Stolas expresses his gratitude to Brandon, who reassures him of their shared commitment to help Blitzø. They stand together in the chaotic emergency room, a bond forming amidst the tragedy.

Stolas escapes the burning apartment and seeks help from his new boyfriend, forming an alliance to save Blitzø. Despite his own distress, he is consumed by guilt and a desire to rescue Blitzø, leading them to the hospital.

Stolas nodded, the sound of his name on Brandon's lips strange yet comforting. As the medical staff worked on him, he couldn't shake the image of Blitzø's lifeless body in the fire. The flames had been a symbol of the fiery passion that had once bound them, now a destructive force that had torn them apart.

"We have to save him," Stolas murmured, his voice barely audible above the medical chatter.

Brandon's grip tightened around his hand. "They're doing all they can," he assured, his eyes reflecting the same fear and urgency. "But you have to focus on yourself now."

Stolas nodded weakly, the pain from his burns becoming more pronounced as the adrenaline started to wear off. The world around him spun, the walls closing in with every shallow breath he took. He could feel the weight of his failure pressing down on him, a crushing burden that seemed to grow heavier with every passing moment.

The doctor's voice pierced through the fog of his thoughts. "You're lucky to be alive," he said, his tone a mix of amazement and concern. "Those burns are severe, but we'll do everything we can to help you heal."

Stolas nodded, his eyes glazed over with pain and regret. The room was spinning, the antiseptic smell making him nauseous. The reality of what had happened was setting in, the gravity of his actions weighing on him like a mountain. "What about Blitz?" he croaked, his voice a mere whisper.

In the hospital, Stolas is overwhelmed by the reality of the situation, his thoughts consumed by Blitzø's fate. Despite his severe burns, he remains focused on saving Blitzø. Brandon, also concerned, reminds Stolas to prioritize his own health. The doctor informs them of the seriousness of Stolas's condition, but Stolas is desperate for news about Blitzø's rescue.

Brandon squeezed his hand. "They're on their way to the apartment," he said, his own voice tight with tension. "We have to trust they'll find him."

The words were like a knife to Stolas's heart. He had hoped, prayed, that Blitz had somehow escaped. But deep down, he knew the truth. The fire had been too intense, the smoke too thick. "I have to go to him," he rasped, trying to sit up.

Brandon's grip on his hand tightened. "You can't," he said firmly. "You're in no condition to leave."

Stolas's eyes filled with tears, the guilt threatening to consume him. "But I can't just stay here," he choked out, the pain in his voice raw and palpable. "He needs me."

Brandon's gaze was steady, his voice calm despite the chaos in his own heart. "You're no good to him dead," he said, his grip unyielding. "Let them do their job. We'll find out what happened as soon as we can."

The doctor's voice grew more insistent, the urgency in his tone cutting through the fog of pain and guilt. "Sir, you need to stay still," he said, his eyes focused on Stolas's injuries. "We have to get these burns treated before they get worse."

Stolas nodded, his body feeling like it was made of lead. He watched as the doctor and nurses worked tirelessly, their movements a blur of white coats and medical equipment. The pain was a living, breathing entity, wrapping around him like the very flames that had engulfed the apartment. Each touch was a reminder of his failure, of the love that had burned out of control.

Brandon informs Stolas that rescue efforts are underway at the apartment. Despite his desperation to join them, Stolas is held back due to his injuries. The doctor emphasizes the need for immediate treatment, and Stolas, though filled with guilt, submits to the medical care, haunted by the fear of his failure to save Blitzø.

Brandon remained a steadfast presence beside him, his hand never leaving Stolas's. He spoke in hushed tones, updating him on the fire department's progress and the state of the building. The words barely registered, lost in the symphony of beeping machines and the hiss of oxygen tanks.

"They're saying the fire's under control," Brandon said, his voice strained. "They're searching the building now."

Stolas nodded, his eyes squeezed shut against the tears that threatened to fall. The pain in his wings was a constant reminder of the horror he had just escaped. "I have to see him," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"We will," Brandon promised, his voice soothing despite the chaos around them. "As soon as you're stable, we'll go."

The hours ticked by in a blur of pain and anxiety. Stolas felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up or escape the crushing weight of his guilt. The sounds of the hospital—beeping machines, the murmur of nurses, the occasional wail of a siren—were a stark contrast to the fiery hell he had just left behind. Each moment that passed without news of Blitz was an eternity, the silence echoing louder than any scream.

Finally, a doctor approached, her face a mask of professionalism but her eyes filled with a gentle concern. "The fire has been extinguished," she said, her voice a lifeline in the sea of despair. "The search and rescue team is still inside."

Stolas, unable to leave his hospital bed due to his injuries, is updated by Brandon on the fire's status and the ongoing search for Blitzø. Despite the pain from his burns, his focus remains on finding Blitzø, and Brandon offers comfort and reassurance as they await news amidst the hospital's chaotic backdrop.

Stolas's chest tightened, his breath shallow and painful. "Is he...?" he couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

Brandon's grip on his hand grew stronger, his own eyes reflecting the hope and fear that danced in Stolas's. "They haven't found anyone yet," the doctor said, her tone carefully measured. "But the search is ongoing."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken dread. Stolas closed his eyes, his breathing ragged. The pain in his chest was a constant throb, a dull ache that seemed to pulse with every beat of his heart. He knew what it meant if Blitz wasn't found. He had killed him, not with the knife, but with his own obsession.

Brandon's hand remained a firm presence, a lifeline in the storm of emotions threatening to drown him. "You need to stay strong," he murmured, his voice a gentle reminder of the world outside their shared tragedy. "For Blitz, for all of us."

Stolas nodded, his eyes still closed, the image of Blitz's charred form playing in his mind's eye. The doctor and nurses moved around them, their movements efficient and practiced. They had seen tragedies before, had patched up lives shattered by events beyond their control. But Stolas couldn't shake the feeling that he was the one who had lost control, that he was the one who had brought this horror upon them all.

Stolas agonizes over Blitzø's fate, unable to voice his fears. The doctor delivers an ambiguous update on the search, leaving Stolas and Brandon in suspense. Stolas grapples with guilt and despair, while Brandon urges him to stay strong, emphasizing the need for hope and resilience as the hospital staff tends to his injuries.

At the hospital, Stolas is treated for burns but remains obsessed with Blitzø's fate. Brandon provides comfort and updates on the rescue, as they form a bond amidst the chaos, though Stolas is haunted by his failure to save Blitzø.

The minutes stretched into hours, each second an eternity of doubt and dread. The hospital's sterile embrace offered no comfort, the very air thick with the scent of burned flesh that clung to him like a haunting specter. The pain in his wings was a constant reminder of the fire that had torn through their lives, leaving nothing but ash in its wake.

Finally, a firefighter burst through the doors, his gear singed and face smudged with soot. His eyes scanned the room before locking onto Stolas. "We found someone," he said, his voice gruff from the smoke. "A demon. He's alive, but barely."

Stolas's heart leaped into his throat, hope and fear warring within him. "Take me to him," he rasped, pushing himself up despite the pain.

Brandon's eyes widened. "You can't," he protested. "You're not stable."

But Stolas was beyond listening. He pulled free from the hospital bed, his wings unfurling with a painful crackle. "I have to," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the firefighter. "I have to see him."

Brandon nodded, his own fear and concern etched on his face. "Okay," he said, his voice tight. "But I'm coming with you."

A firefighter delivers hopeful news of Blitzø's survival, though barely. Overriding Brandon's protests, Stolas, driven by a mix of hope and fear, insists on seeing Blitzø despite his own unstable condition. Brandon, understanding his urgency, agrees to accompany him, their bond strengthened by the shared concern for Blitzø's fate.

The doctor's protests fell on deaf ears as Stolas stumbled out of the hospital bed, his wings flapping weakly. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pain through him, but he couldn't ignore the hope that burned brighter than the fire that had tried to claim him. Together, they followed the firefighter through the chaotic halls, the smell of smoke and burned flesh a haunting reminder of the night's events.

As they approached the emergency bay, Stolas's heart sank at the sight of Blitz lying on a stretcher, his body covered in burns, his eyes closed. The medical staff worked feverishly around him, their faces a mix of determination and sadness. The firefighter nodded to the doctor, who immediately took charge.

"Is he...?" Stolas couldn't finish his question, his voice catching in his throat.

The doctor's eyes met his, filled with a solemn gravity that sent a cold shiver down his spine. "We're doing everything we can," she said, her voice tight with the tension of the situation. "He's in critical condition."

Stolas stumbled forward, his legs threatening to give out beneath him. He could see the extent of Blitz's injuries now, the burns covering almost every inch of his body, the smell of charred flesh making his stomach turn. The demon's eyes fluttered open, and for a brief moment, Stolas saw the pain and confusion in them before they fell shut again.

"What have I done?" Stolas whispered, his voice barely audible above the bustle of the hospital.

Despite his own precarious condition, Stolas insists on seeing Blitzø, who is found alive but critically injured. The doctor confirms Blitzø's critical state, and Stolas is overwhelmed by the sight of his ex-lover's severe burns. Struggling with his own pain, Stolas confronts the reality of his actions and the consequences they have wrought.

The doctor looked at him, her expression a mix of pity and understanding. "You did what you had to," she said, her voice gentle. "Now let us do our job."

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz's still form. Brandon stepped up beside him, his hand on Stolas's shoulder. "We're here for you," he murmured.

The doctor's words echoed in Stolas's mind as he watched the medical team work tirelessly to save Blitz. The room was a symphony of beeps and murmured instructions, the rhythm of life-saving measures a stark contrast to the chaos that had brought them here. He knew he had pushed Blitz too far, had let his obsession drive him to madness. The love that had once been a beacon had become a destructive force that had ravaged everything in its path.

Brandon's hand remained a steady presence on his shoulder, grounding him in the present. Stolas felt the weight of his own actions pressing down on him, the guilt a heavy cloak that threatened to suffocate him. "This isn't your fault," Brandon said, his voice low and firm. "You tried to help him."

Stolas couldn't bring himself to look away from Blitz, his mind racing with a tornado of regret and pain. "But I hurt him," he murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. "I never wanted this."

Brandon's hand tightened on his shoulder. "You didn't do this," he said firmly. "His madness did."

The doctor reassures Stolas that he did what he could, as he watches the medical team treat Blitz. Despite his own guilt, Brandon provides comfort and clarity, reminding Stolas that Blitz's madness is to blame for the current situation, not his own desire to help. The gravity of the situation and the depth of Stolas's regret are palpable as they await news on Blitz's condition.

Against medical advice, Stolas, driven by hope and fear, insists on seeing the critically injured Blitzø. Brandon supports him, and together they face the reality of Blitz's condition, with Stolas beginning to understand the consequences of his actions.

After their breakup, Blitzø spirals into madness, vowing to marry and impregnate Stolas. Stolas resists, and in the ensuing fire, he escapes and joins his new boyfriend, Brandon. Despite his fear, Stolas feels guilty and insists on seeing the severely injured Blitzø at the hospital, where he confronts the grim reality of his situation.

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz's still form. The demon's chest rose and fell in shallow, erratic breaths, a testament to the battle for life raging within him. Each breath was a knife in Stolas's own chest, a reminder of the love that had gone so wrong. "I need to make it right," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the hospital's cacophony.

"You will," Brandon assured him, his voice a steady pillar of strength. "But first, let's get you both through this."

The doctor's voice grew more urgent as she called for a blood transfusion. Stolas watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as the medical staff worked tirelessly to save Blitz's life. His own injuries felt insignificant in comparison to the horror that had unfolded. The sight of Blitz, broken and burned, was a stark reminder of the love that had gone so wrong.

"Is there anything I can do?" Stolas asked, his voice shaking with fear and desperation.

The doctor looked at him, her expression a mix of pity and professionalism. "For now, just stay out of the way," she said, her eyes flicking to his own burned wings. "Your presence is enough."

Stolas nodded, stepping back to give them room. His heart felt like it was being torn apart as he watched the doctors and nurses fight for Blitz's life. The beeps of the machines grew louder, the rhythm of their work more frantic. Each second that passed was an eternity, a symphony of hope and despair that played out before his eyes.

Stolas remains fixated on Blitz's critical condition, feeling guilty for his part in the tragedy. Brandon continues to offer support, urging Stolas to focus on the present. The doctor advises Stolas to stay clear, emphasizing the severity of Blitz's condition and the importance of the medical team's work. The atmosphere is tense as the hospital staff fights to save Blitz's life, with Stolas powerless but hopeful.

As the medical staff worked, Brandon pulled him aside, his grip firm and reassuring. "You need to rest," he said, his voice a whisper amidst the chaos. "You're in no condition to help him."

Stolas nodded, his body trembling with the effort of standing. The pain in his wings was a constant throb, a stark reminder of the events that had led them here. He allowed Brandon to guide him to a chair, his eyes never leaving Blitz's prone form. The demon looked so small and fragile, a stark contrast to the fiery passion that had once burned between them.

As the hours ticked by, the hospital's lights grew dimmer, the sounds of the medical machinery a constant backdrop to their vigil. Stolas felt like he was drowning in guilt, the weight of his actions threatening to pull him under. He had never wanted to hurt Blitz, never wanted their love to end like this.

Brandon's hand was still in his, a silent testament to the bond that had formed between them in the face of tragedy. Stolas looked at him, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice cracking with pain.

Brandon's grip tightened. "You don't have to be," he said firmly. "You're not to blame for his madness."

Brandon insists Stolas rests, acknowledging his condition. The gravity of the situation weighs heavily on Stolas as he reflects on their tumultuous past. The bond between Stolas and Brandon grows stronger as they share the burden of the tragedy. Despite his guilt, Brandon reassures Stolas that he isn't responsible for Blitz's madness, offering much-needed support during the painful vigil.

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz. The demon's chest rose and fell in a shallow, erratic rhythm, each breath a miracle amidst the chaos. The doctor's voice grew more insistent, calling for a surgeon as the situation grew dire. The world around them faded away, leaving only the stark reality of the fight for life and the heavy silence of regret.

As the doctor stepped back, a surgeon took her place, his movements swift and precise. The room grew colder, the air thick with the scent of fear and anticipation. Stolas's hand tightened around Brandon's, his knuckles white with the effort of not giving in to his own pain. The human's eyes met his, a silent understanding passing between them. They were bound now by the horror they had witnessed, by the love they had lost.

The surgery seemed to stretch on forever, the tension in the room a living entity that grew more oppressive with each passing moment. Stolas felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake, his thoughts a tumult of regret and sorrow. He had pushed Blitz to this point, had allowed his obsession to control him. The demon had been right all along; he had never truly loved Stolas.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the surgeon stepped back, his face etched with exhaustion. The doctor approached them, her eyes heavy with a burden she was about to lay upon Stolas. "He's stable," she said, her voice devoid of any emotion that might give away the outcome. "For now."

The doctor's urgent call for a surgeon underscores Blitz's precarious condition. The surgery's tension solidifies the bond between Stolas and Brandon. Despite the fear and regret, Stolas recognizes his obsession led to this tragedy. The doctor's update on Blitz's condition is grim but offers a glimmer of hope, leaving them in a state of suspended anxiety.

Stolas is plagued by guilt over Blitz's critical condition, while Brandon provides unwavering support. The doctor advises rest, but Stolas is consumed by his past with Blitz. Their bond deepens as they await surgery results, with Brandon reminding Stolas of his lack of culpability in the situation. The surgery's outcome remains uncertain, leaving them in a state of intense anxiety.

Stolas felt his chest tighten, the hope that had been flickering within him threatening to be snuffed out. "Can I see him?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded, gesturing for them to follow. The ICU was a stark contrast to the chaos of the emergency bay, the beeping of machines a solemn reminder of the lives hanging in the balance. Blitz lay in a hospital bed, his body a patchwork of bandages, tubes, and wires. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow and labored.

Stolas felt his heart shatter anew at the sight of him, the reality of the situation setting in like a cold, hard stone in his stomach. He took a tentative step forward, the pain in his wings a constant, throbbing reminder of what he had done. "Blitz," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the smoke and the screams that still echoed in his mind.

Blitz's eyes fluttered open, the green irises clouded with pain and confusion. He looked around the room, his gaze finally settling on Stolas. For a moment, there was a flicker of recognition, but it quickly faded into a vacant stare. "What happened?" he croaked, his voice barely audible.

Stolas swallowed the lump in his throat, his hand reaching out to touch Blitz's bandaged arm. "There was a fire," he said, his voice trembling. "You're in the hospital."

Blitz's eyes searched Stolas's face, his brow furrowing as the fog of painkillers and trauma began to lift. "I remember," he murmured, his voice weak. "Why are you here?"

With trepidation, Stolas asks to see Blitz and is led to the ICU. Blitz's condition is critical, and Stolas is overwhelmed by guilt upon seeing him. When Blitz regains consciousness, he is confused but recognizes Stolas. Despite their painful history, Stolas is the first person he sees, illustrating the depth of their connection.

Stolas felt his heart stutter in his chest. "I... I'm here for you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry, Blitz. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Blitz's eyes searched his, the pain in them fading into something softer, something that looked a lot like regret. "I know," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper. "I pushed you too far."

Stolas felt the weight of his own guilt crushing him, the tears finally spilling over. "No," he choked out. "It was me. I should have seen the signs, should have stopped."

Brandon stepped forward, his voice firm. "You both need to rest," he said, cutting through the heavy silence. "The doctors have done all they can for now."

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz's face. "I'll be back," he promised, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll be here for you."

The demon's eyes closed again, his breathing shallow and uneven. Brandon's hand on his shoulder was the only thing keeping him upright. "Come on," the human said gently, guiding him out of the ICU. "You need to get checked out too."

Stolas nodded, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. He allowed Brandon to lead him back to his own hospital room, his mind racing with the events of the night. The doctor checked his burns, applying fresh dressings and administering pain medication. His body was a canvas of agony, a stark reminder of the fire that had ravaged both him and Blitz.

In the ICU, Blitz acknowledges his part in the situation, sharing a moment of mutual regret with Stolas. Brandon intervenes, emphasizing the need for rest and medical attention. Stolas makes a heartfelt promise to be there for Blitz before reluctantly leaving. The doctor's care for Stolas highlights the physical toll of the ordeal, mirroring their emotional turmoil.

As the drugs began to take effect, Stolas felt his eyelids grow heavy. Despite the pain, he fought the urge to sleep, his mind racing with fear for Blitz. "I can't leave him," he murmured, his voice slurred.

Brandon's hand remained firm on his shoulder. "You have to," he said, his tone a mix of compassion and firmness. "You're no good to him if you collapse. Rest, and I'll stay with him."

The words were a balm to Stolas's soul, the exhaustion overwhelming him. He nodded, his eyes drifting closed. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

Brandon's reply was lost to the fog of sleep that descended upon him, the world fading into a sea of pain and regret. When he awoke, the room was dim, the sun's first rays peeking through the blinds. His wings, though wrapped in bandages, felt heavy and foreign. The pain was a constant companion, a grim reminder of the horror he had witnessed.

He pushed himself up, his body protesting with every movement. The hospital room was quiet, the beeping of the machines a gentle lullaby. His eyes searched for Blitz, fear gripping him that he had lost him during the night. But then he saw him, still in the same hospital bed, the same array of tubes and wires attached to his body.

Blitz's eyes were open, staring at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. The sight of him brought a rush of relief, followed by a fresh wave of guilt. He had done this to him. His obsession had driven him to madness, had almost taken Blitz from him forever.

Despite his exhaustion and pain, Stolas is plagued by guilt and fear for Blitz. Brandon's assurance allows him to relent and rest. Upon waking, he finds Blitz still alive but heavily bandaged, and the reality of his actions sets in, amplifying his emotional distress.

Stolas's voice was barely above a whisper as he called out, "Blitz?"

Blitz's head turned slowly towards him, his eyes still clouded with pain. "You're okay," he murmured, the hint of a smile playing on his cracked lips.

Stolas nodded, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Barely," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "How are you feeling?"

Blitz took a shallow breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "Like I've been to hell and back," he murmured, his voice raspy. "But I'm alive."

Stolas felt the weight of his guilt settle heavily on his shoulders. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his hand shaking as he reached for Blitz's. The demon's skin was warm, a stark contrast to the cold bandages that covered him.

Blitz's eyes searched his, the depths of his pain clear in their emerald depths. "It's okay," he said, his voice barely above a breath. "I know you didn't mean it."

Stolas nodded, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. "But I did it," he said, his voice cracking. "I hurt you."

Blitz's hand, bandaged and weak, reached out to cover Stolas's. "You didn't," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Stolas's. "You tried to save me."

Stolas felt a tear slip down his cheek, the warmth of Blitz's touch grounding him in the present. "But I didn't," he said, his voice trembling. "I should have seen how much I was hurting you."

Blitz squeezed his hand gently. "It's not your fault," he whispered. "I... I know I pushed you too far."

Stolas and Blitz share a poignant moment in the hospital, where Stolas expresses his guilt and regret. Despite his own condition, Blitz assures Stolas that he understands and forgives, creating a fragile bond of comfort between them.

In the ICU, Stolas is confronted with Blitz's critical condition, feeling immense guilt. They share a moment of mutual regret, and Stolas makes a promise of support. Brandon's intervention allows Stolas to rest, and upon waking, he finds Blitz alive but heavily bandaged. The two share a poignant conversation, with Blitz offering forgiveness, which deepens their complex emotional bond amidst the chaos.

The room was silent, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor. Stolas felt his chest tighten, his heart feeling as though it was being squeezed by a vice. "What happens now?" he asked, the words barely escaping his dry lips.

Blitz's gaze drifted to their joined hands, his own bandaged fingers twitching slightly. "Now," he murmured, "we heal."

The simplicity of the statement hit Stolas like a ton of bricks. He had been so focused on the horror of what had happened, on the guilt that threatened to consume him, that he had forgotten the possibility of healing. "How?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Blitz took a deep, pained breath. "We talk," he said, his eyes never leaving Stolas's. "We figure out what went wrong and we move forward."

Stolas nodded, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared history. "But what about us?" he asked, the words slipping out before he could stop them. "Can we ever be...?"

Blitz's gaze remained steadfast on their joined hands. "I don't know," he said, his voice raw with honesty. "But we can try."

The words hung in the air, a lifeline thrown into the abyss of doubt that had consumed Stolas. He nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz's. "We'll do it together," he murmured, hope flickering in his chest like a candle in the dark.

The doctor stepped into the room, her expression serious. "You both need to rest," she said, her eyes flicking between them. "But it's good to see you talking."

In the hospital, Blitz and Stolas tentatively discuss their future, acknowledging the need for healing and the possibility of rebuilding their relationship. Blitz suggests communication as the first step, and Stolas clings to the hope that they can move forward together. The doctor's intervention emphasizes the gravity of the situation and the importance of their recovery.

Stolas nodded, his gaze never leaving Blitz's. "We'll talk more," he promised, his voice filled with hope. "But first, I need to know that you're okay."

The doctor checked Blitz's vitals, her movements efficient and practiced. She spoke in a calm, professional tone, explaining the extent of his injuries and the long road to recovery ahead. Stolas felt his heart drop with each word, the reality of the situation setting in. "He'll need extensive care," she said, her eyes meeting Stolas's. "But he's a fighter."

"I'll be here," Stolas vowed, his grip on Blitz's hand tightening. "I won't leave his side."

The doctor nodded, a hint of understanding in her eyes. "That's what friends do," she said, her voice gentle. "But remember, Mr. Stolas, you need to heal too."

Stolas nodded, his gaze never leaving Blitz's face. "I will," he murmured. "For him."

The doctor finished her examination and left the room, the door clicking shut behind her. The silence was filled with the soft beeping of monitors and the sound of their own shallow breaths.

"I'm sorry," Stolas said again, the words feeling inadequate. "I never wanted this."

Blitz's hand squeezed his slightly, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold reality of their situation. "It's not your fault," he repeated, his voice hoarse from the tubes down his throat. "We both made mistakes."

Stolas felt a tear slip down his cheek, tracing a path through the soot and ash that still clung to his face. "But I'm the one who... who did this to you."

The doctor delivers a sobering assessment of Blitz's condition, emphasizing the need for care and recovery. Stolas promises to be by Blitz's side, but is reminded of his own need for healing. Blitz forgives Stolas and accepts shared responsibility for their tumultuous past, offering a glimmer of hope for reconciliation amidst the hospital's cold reality.

Blitz's eyes searched his, a hint of the fiery determination that had once fueled his obsession. "We're in this together," he rasped, his grip on Stolas's hand growing stronger. "We'll get through it."

The days in the hospital turned into a blur of pain, recovery, and tentative conversations. Blitz's condition gradually improved, though the burns that marred his body were a constant reminder of the fire that had almost claimed him. Stolas never left his side, his own injuries healing slowly as he focused on supporting the demon he had hurt.

They talked about everything that had led to that fateful night, their words raw and honest. Stolas spoke of his obsession, his fear of losing Blitz, and his desperation to hold onto what he thought was love. Blitz, in turn, confessed his own fears of abandonment, his desire for a family, and his own role in pushing Stolas to the brink.

Slowly, through the pain and the tears, they began to understand each other in a way they never had before. They spoke of their hopes, their regrets, and their love—twisted and broken as it was. They talked about the future, one that didn't involve marriage or a child, but one of friendship and support. A future where they could heal together.

Through their hospital stay, Blitz and Stolas engage in deep, honest discussions about their past. They confront their fears and mistakes, leading to a newfound understanding and acceptance of each other. The concept of a future friendship and mutual support arises, offering a path of healing beyond their romantic entanglement and its destructive end.

In the hospital, Blitz and Stolas consider the future of their relationship, agreeing on the need for communication and healing. Blitz forgives Stolas, and they share responsibility for their past. The doctor's serious prognosis underscores the gravity of the situation, prompting a commitment to support each other's recovery. Through candid discussions, they explore the possibility of a friendship beyond their tumultuous romance, fostering hope amidst the harsh hospital environment.

At the hospital, Stolas's guilt over Blitz's condition grows while Brandon comforts him. Despite surgery, Blitz's fate remains uncertain. Upon waking, Stolas sees the bandaged Blitz and receives his forgiveness. They contemplate a future friendship as Blitz acknowledges his own role in their tragic past.

The hospital room became a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the outside world didn't matter. Only the two of them, their shared past, and the fragile hope of a different kind of future. Brandon, ever the silent guardian, hovered in the background, offering gentle words of encouragement and a strong shoulder to lean on when the weight of their conversation grew too heavy.

As the days turned into weeks, the hospital's sterile walls began to feel less like a prison and more like a shelter. They had each other, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Stolas felt like he could breathe again. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and pain, but there was also a hint of something else—forgiveness.

Brandon had become a constant presence, his gentle nature a balm to their bruised souls. He listened without judgment, offered advice when asked, and held them both together when they thought they might fall apart. His love for Stolas had grown into a fierce protectiveness, a bond that had been forged in the fires of their shared trauma.

One evening, as the sun set over the city, painting the hospital room in shades of gold and pink, Brandon sat in the chair beside Stolas's bed, holding his hand. They had just finished another round of heart-wrenching confessions, their eyes red from crying. "You know," he said, his voice a soft whisper, "you guys might be able to fix this."

Stolas looked at him, hope sparkling in his eyes. "You think so?"

The hospital becomes a safe haven for Blitz and Stolas, with Brandon providing unconditional support. Through weeks of candid conversations and emotional catharsis, they begin to forgive each other. Brandon, evolving from new boyfriend to confidant, suggests that their friendship could be salvaged, igniting a spark of hope in Stolas that a different type of bond could emerge from the ashes of their love.

Brandon nodded, his gaze flicking to Blitz, who was asleep in the next bed. "If you both want it," he said, his voice earnest. "You have to be willing to work through the pain and the anger."

Stolas sighed, his eyes never leaving Blitz. "I do," he murmured. "More than anything."

Brandon gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Then you will," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "But it won't be easy."

Stolas nodded, his eyes never leaving Blitz. "I know," he murmured. "But I'm willing to try."

Days turned into weeks, and the hospital became a second home for the three of them. The nurses grew accustomed to their constant vigil, the quiet support they offered each other, and the gentle way Brandon cared for Stolas. The burns on Stolas's wings slowly began to heal, the pain dulling to a constant ache that was a stark reminder of the fire that had brought them to this point. Blitz's condition improved, though the scars on his body were a stark reminder of the price he had paid for Stolas's obsession.

Their conversations grew less about the past and more about the future, a future that now included Brandon. He had become an integral part of their lives, a source of comfort and strength that neither of them could have anticipated. Stolas watched him with new eyes, his feelings for the human evolving from gratitude to something deeper, something that felt more like home than the fiery passion he had once felt for Blitz.

Brandon's unwavering support allows Stolas and Blitz to confront their pain and anger, suggesting reconciliation. Their hospital stay evolves into a shared experience of healing, with Brandon becoming a central figure in their lives. Stolas's feelings for Brandon deepen beyond gratitude, forming a new emotional foundation that contrasts with his tumultuous history with Blitz.

The doctor's words echoed in Stolas's mind—they both needed to heal. And so, they took it one day at a time, their bond shifting from one of obsession to one of friendship and mutual support. They shared stories, laughed at old memories, and even allowed themselves to grieve for what could have been.

One day, as the sun set, casting a warm glow over Blitz's bandaged form, Stolas took a deep breath and asked the question that had been haunting him. "Do you... do you still love me?"

Blitz's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, Stolas was afraid he had overstepped. But then the demon's expression softened, and he reached out a bandaged hand to cover Stolas's own. "In a way," he murmured. "But it's not the same love it was before."

Stolas nodded, understanding in his eyes. "It doesn't have to be," he said, his voice a whisper. "But I need to know if there's a chance for us."

Blitz took a deep, pained breath. "There's always a chance," he murmured. "But it's going to take time."

Stolas nodded, his heart racing in his chest. "I'm willing to wait," he said, his voice filled with determination. "For you, for us."

Blitz's eyes searched his, the depth of his feelings clear despite the pain. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But we need to focus on healing first."

Stolas nodded, his hand trembling slightly beneath Blitz's touch. "I know," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll get there."

Stolas and Blitz confront their evolving feelings in the hospital, acknowledging the shift from passionate love to friendship. Despite the painful past, they express a willingness to rebuild their relationship with patience and understanding, with Stolas committing to waiting for Blitz's healing and growth before pursuing any romantic future.

The hospital environment allows for healing conversations between Blitz, Stolas, and Brandon, with Brandon acting as a catalyst for reconciliation. Stolas's feelings for Brandon grow, creating a new emotional dynamic. They all accept the shift from romantic love to friendship, with Stolas committing to patience and understanding as Blitz heals and grows, indicating a potential future together beyond their tumultuous past.

The days grew longer, the shadows of the past slowly receding as they focused on the present. The hospital walls, once suffocating, now felt like a cocoon, a place where they could heal and grow. Brandon was the glue that held them together, his unwavering support a beacon of light in the darkness.

One morning, the doctor entered with a more optimistic air than usual. "Blitz, we're going to start physical therapy soon," she said, her voice cheerful. "It's going to be painful, but it's crucial for your recovery."

Blitz nodded, his gaze drifting to Stolas. The demon looked so fragile, so broken, and it was all his doing. He had never meant to hurt him like this. The guilt was a heavy weight in his chest, but he knew he had to move forward, had to heal, not just for himself, but for Stolas and Brandon too.

The first day of physical therapy was a grueling ordeal. The therapist was kind but firm, pushing Blitz's body to its limits. Every movement sent shockwaves of pain through his burned muscles and tender skin. Stolas hovered nearby, his face a mask of anguish as he watched Blitz struggle. Brandon held Stolas's hand, whispering words of encouragement in his ear.

After hours of painstaking effort, Blitz lay back on the hospital bed, panting. His eyes, filled with a mix of pride and pain, searched for Stolas. "I'll get through this," he murmured, his voice laced with determination.

As hospital life becomes a routine, the trio finds strength in their newfound friendship. The doctor's announcement of physical therapy marks a significant step in Blitz's recovery process. Despite the pain, Blitz is motivated by his regret and the presence of Stolas and Brandon, who stand by him, symbolizing hope and growth amidst the difficult journey ahead.

Stolas nodded, his own eyes brimming with tears. "I know you will," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You're the strongest person I know."

The therapy sessions became a daily ritual, a testament to Blitz's resilience and Stolas's unwavering support. Brandon was always there, his presence a gentle reminder that love didn't have to be destructive, that it could be a force for good. They watched as Blitz slowly regained his strength, the anger and obsession of their past replaced by a quiet resolve to move forward.

One afternoon, as Stolas helped Blitz sit up, the demon's eyes searched his face, a question lingering in the air. "Why are you still here?" he rasped, his voice still strained from the tubes that had been his constant companions.

Stolas paused, the cloth in his hands hovering over Blitz's bandages. "Because I love you," he said simply, his voice filled with conviction. "But not in the way I did before."

Blitz's eyes searched his, the pain in them now mixed with something else—understanding. "I know," he murmured. "It's different now."

The days grew into a rhythm of pain and progress. Blitz pushed through the therapy with a stubbornness that surprised even the most seasoned of the hospital staff, his eyes never straying from Stolas's face. Stolas, in turn, grew stronger alongside him, the bond between them reforming into something new—a friendship that was steadfast and true.

Through the rigorous therapy sessions, the bond between Stolas and Blitz evolves into a deep friendship. Stolas's love transforms from obsession to a steadfast support, and Blitz recognizes the change. Their shared experiences in the hospital strengthen their connection, allowing them to move forward from their tumultuous past into a new phase of their relationship.

One evening, as the light outside grew dim, Brandon approached the hospital room, his eyes filled with a gentle excitement. "Guys, I've got something to tell you," he said, his voice carrying a hopeful lilt.

Stolas looked up from his book, his wings still heavily bandaged, and Blitz's eyes fluttered open, the pain etched into his features despite his attempt to hide it. "What is it?" Stolas asked, setting the book aside.

Brandon took a deep breath, his hand trembling slightly. "I've found a place for us," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "A place where we can all live together and help each other heal."

Stolas's eyes widened, hope sparking in his chest. "Really?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Blitz's gaze met Brandon's, a silent question passing between them. The human nodded, his smile warm and reassuring. "It's a safe place," he said. "A place where we can all start over."

The idea of a fresh start was tempting, a beacon of light in the dark tunnel they had been navigating. "What kind of place?" Stolas asked, his voice tentative.

"A house," Brandon said, his eyes shining. "It's a bit of a fixer-upper, but it's got plenty of room for all of us."

Stolas's heart skipped a beat. A home, together. It was more than he had dared to hope for. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice tentative.

Brandon nodded, his smile widening. "I've seen it," he said. "It's not much, but it's a start."

Brandon surprises Stolas and Blitz with the news of a potential new home, a symbol of their newfound friendship and a place to collectively heal from their past. Despite the challenges ahead, the offer of a "fixer-upper" house represents a fresh start, a shared space where they can all recover and build a future together.

The thought of leaving the hospital, of stepping into a new life, was both exhilarating and terrifying. Stolas felt his heart race at the prospect of creating a future that didn't involve the constant ache of guilt and regret. He looked to Blitz, searching for a sign of what he was feeling.

Blitz's expression was unreadable, his eyes flicking between Stolas and Brandon. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "Okay," he murmured, his voice still weak. "Let's do it."

The decision was made, and the wheels were set in motion. Over the next few days, Brandon handled the logistics while Stolas focused on helping Blitz with his therapy. The doctor agreed to release Blitz under their combined care, trusting that the three of them had formed a strong support system.

On the day of their discharge, the hospital room was a flurry of activity. Nurses and orderlies bustled in and out, preparing Blitz for the transition to his new life. Stolas hovered anxiously, his eyes never leaving the demon's face. Despite the pain and exhaustion, Blitz managed a weak smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling in a way that made Stolas's heart ache.

The trio decides to leave the hospital and move into the new house Brandon found, symbolizing their commitment to a shared future. Blitz, though weak, agrees to the plan, and the three prepare for discharge. The doctor trusts their bond as a support system for Blitz's ongoing recovery, and Stolas remains attentive and hopeful for their life together outside the hospital walls.

The trio forms a strong friendship during Blitz's hospital stay, with Brandon offering a new home as a symbol of their commitment to healing. The doctor supports their plan to move in together post-discharge, recognizing their bond as crucial to Blitz's recovery. Through physical therapy and shared experiences, Stolas's love for Blitz transitions from obsession to support, and they all look forward to starting anew in their "fixer-upper" house.

Brandon, ever the organizer, had packed their meager belongings and arranged for a car to take them to their new home. He hovered near the door, his excitement palpable. The house was a modest two-story building in a quiet neighborhood, the kind of place where the most exciting thing that happened was someone finally mowing their lawn. It was a stark contrast to the chaotic world they had known, but it was exactly what they needed.

As they stepped out of the hospital into the fresh air, the three of them took a moment to breathe in the scent of freedom. Stolas's wings, though still weak and bound, fluttered slightly with the excitement of a new beginning. Blitz leaned heavily on his crutches, his body a testament to the fire that had almost claimed him, but his eyes were bright with hope.

The drive to the house was quiet, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts, the weight of their past heavy on their shoulders. But as the car pulled up to the small, unassuming house, Brandon's excitement was infectious. "Welcome home," he murmured, his eyes shining with happiness.

Brandon organizes their move to the new house, which stands as a symbol of their newfound freedom and a stark contrast to their past lives. The trio leaves the hospital, with Stolas's weak but fluttering wings signifying hope and Blitz's recovery. Upon arrival, Brandon's excitement for their new home spreads among them, offering a glimpse of happiness amidst their heavy contemplations of the future.

Stolas helped Blitz out of the car, his own steps unsure. The house looked welcoming, the lights in the windows a warm beacon of hope. They made their way up the cracked sidewalk, the sound of their shoes echoing in the quiet evening. The door creaked open, revealing a living room that was sparsely furnished but clean. The scent of fresh paint and possibility filled the air.

Brandon led the way, his eyes alight with excitement. "This is it," he said, his voice a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Our fresh start."

Stolas and Blitz exchanged a look, the weight of their shared history heavy between them. But there was also a spark of something new—a tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find peace here.

The house was a mess, a far cry from the luxurious penthouse they had once shared. The walls were bare, the floors uncarpeted, and the furniture second-hand at best. But as they moved through the space, their eyes fell on the small touches Brandon had added—fresh flowers in a vase, a hand-painted "Welcome Home" sign above the fireplace, and a fridge stocked with food that wasn't hospital fare.

"It's perfect," Stolas murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Blitz managed a weak chuckle. "It's a dump," he said, his voice hoarse. "But it's our dump."

The trio arrives at their new house, which is a stark contrast to their past life. Despite its unassuming and imperfect exterior, the interior holds a promise of a new beginning with Brandon's personal touches. Stolas and Blitz share a moment of hope, acknowledging the potential for peace and growth in their new shared space.

The three of them stood in the middle of the living room, the silence stretching out like a tightrope between them. Then, slowly, they began to laugh—a sound that was both painful and freeing. It was the first genuine laughter they had shared in what felt like forever, a balm to their weary souls.

Brandon took charge, showing them around the house with an enthusiasm that was contagious. Each room held the promise of a new beginning, a place where they could leave the ashes of their past behind. Stolas helped Blitz up the stairs, his heart swelling with a mix of guilt and gratitude as he saw the effort it took for the demon to ascend.

They reached a small, sunlit room with a view of the overgrown backyard. "This will be your room, Blitz," Brandon said, his voice gentle. "We can work on making it more comfortable."

Blitz nodded, his eyes scanning the bare walls. "It's a good start," he murmured, his voice filled with a tired resignation.

Stolas helped him into the room, his own guilt heavy in the air. "We'll make it better," he promised, his wings brushing against the doorframe as he moved to the window. The sun cast a warm glow across the space, highlighting the dust motes that danced in the air.

"We'll all work on it together," Brandon said firmly, his eyes meeting Stolas's in the mirror of his resolve. "We're a team now."

The trio shares a moment of laughter in their new home, symbolizing the start of their new life together. Brandon shows them around, assigning Blitz a room to recover in. Despite its initial state, they are optimistic about improving it and their lives together. Their unity is emphasized as they make plans to transform the house, signifying their commitment to each other and their shared future.

The trio leaves the hospital for their new "fixer-upper" home, which Brandon has made more welcoming. The house represents a new chapter, and their optimism grows as they plan renovations together. Stolas's wings hint at a brighter future, and their unity is reinforced as they envision the home's potential, signifying their dedication to a shared life.

During Blitz's hospitalization, a strong friendship forms between the three. Stolas's love evolves from obsession to support, and they decide to live together post-discharge. The doctor approves, recognizing their bond's importance in Blitz's recovery. They move into a "fixer-upper" home, symbolizing their commitment to a new life and shared growth.

Stolas nodded, his gaze lingering on Blitz's reflection. The demon looked so small, so fragile in the hospital gown, his once proud posture now stooped with pain. But there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before—a spark of life, of hope.

They spent the next few weeks settling into their new home, each day a mix of hard work and gentle care. Brandon proved to be a surprisingly adept nurse, his dedication to Blitz's recovery unwavering. He helped with the wound care, the exercises, and even the more mundane tasks like cooking and cleaning. Stolas watched him with a mix of admiration and something else—something that felt suspiciously like love.

The house slowly began to take shape, the bare walls filling with art and the empty spaces with furniture that had been scavenged from garage sales and donated by friends. They worked together, the three of them, creating a space that felt less like a hospital and more like a home.

Blitz's recovery was slow, each day a battle against the pain that threatened to consume him. But every small victory—his first step without crutches, the day he could shower by himself—was celebrated with quiet cheer. Stolas was there every step of the way, his gentle touch and soft encouragement a constant in the sea of pain.

As they adjust to their new life, the trio's bond strengthens. Brandon acts as a dedicated caretaker for Blitz, whose recovery is depicted in a series of small victories. The house transforms into a home under their collective efforts, symbolizing their progress from a hospital setting to a place of comfort and belonging. Stolas's love for Brandon grows, and his nurturing nature towards Blitz remains constant, contributing to the latter's healing process.

As the weeks turned into months, the scars on Blitz's body began to fade, but the ones on their hearts remained. They danced around their feelings, unsure of the new dynamic that had formed between them. They were friends, yes, but the love that had once burned so brightly had transformed into something more complex, a tapestry of regret, hope, and a newfound respect.

Stolas found solace in the quiet moments, the gentle brushing of Blitz's horns, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his dreams for the future. He watched Blitz regain his strength, his fiery spirit slowly returning, and felt a sense of pride that was as unexpected as it was profound. Their conversations grew longer, the silences between them no longer filled with the echoes of their tumultuous past but with the quiet understanding of shared experiences.

Brandon, ever the peacemaker, noticed the change in their relationship. He knew that the love between Stolas and Blitz was something he could never fully understand, but he saw the way they leaned on each other, the way they found comfort in their shared pain. And so, he stepped back, giving them the space they needed to navigate the complexities of their healing.

One evening, as they sat in the backyard watching the sunset, Stolas spoke up, his voice tentative. "Blitz, I know we've talked about this before, but I just want to make sure you're okay with all of this." He gestured to the house, to Brandon, to the life they were building together.

Over time, the trio's relationship evolves, with the emotional scars of their past persisting. Stolas and Blitz find comfort in each other's company, sharing moments of tenderness and understanding as Blitz regains his strength. Brandon, aware of the intricacies of their bond, provides them space to heal. A pivotal conversation arises when Stolas expresses his concern for Blitz's feelings about their new life together, indicating the depth of their friendship and shared experiences.

Blitz looked at him, his eyes a mix of pain and something softer. "I'm okay," he said finally. "I mean, it's not what I ever expected, but... it's not so bad."

Stolas reached out, his hand hovering over Blitz's. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "For everything."

Blitz's eyes searched his, and for a moment, Stolas saw the flicker of the demon he had once known—the fiery passion and intensity that had been the cornerstone of their love. But it was followed by a tired smile, one that spoke of acceptance and growth. "You don't have to be," Blitz said, his voice gruff. "We're here now, aren't we?"

Stolas nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of relief and love. He looked over at Brandon, who was busy tending to the small garden they had started. The human looked up and met his gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. He had become the anchor in their storm, the constant that held them together when the waves of their past threatened to pull them apart.

As the days grew longer and the nights shorter, the house took on a life of its own. The garden grew lush and green, and the walls of their new home were adorned with memories of their past, both good and bad. It served as a reminder of how far they had come, and the distance they still had to travel.

In a heartfelt conversation, Stolas and Blitz acknowledge their past and the unexpected nature of their current friendship. Blitz accepts their new life together, and their shared growth is reflected in their interactions. Brandon emerges as a stabilizing force, and the house evolves into a sanctuary filled with memories, symbolizing their collective journey toward healing and acceptance.

The trio's relationships deepen as they turn the house into a home. Brandon's care and Stolas's love contribute to Blitz's recovery. Stolas and Blitz share tender moments of understanding, acknowledging their past. Their friendship grows stronger, and the house becomes a sanctuary symbolizing their journey toward healing, with Brandon acting as a stabilizing force in their lives.

The three of them had developed a routine that was both comfortable and strange. Stolas would help Blitz with his physical therapy in the mornings, pushing him to his limits, while Brandon took care of the household chores. In the afternoons, they would sit together in the living room, sharing stories and laughter, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

One afternoon, as Blitz worked on a painting that had been left untouched for months, a knock echoed through the house. Stolas answered the door to find a delivery man holding a large, nondescript box. "It's for you," he said, nodding towards Blitz.

Curiosity piqued, they brought the box into the living room. Blitz looked at it warily, his hand hovering over the cardboard. "What is it?" he asked, his voice a mix of suspicion and hope.

Stolas carefully opened the flaps, revealing a sleek, professional camera. "It's from your art school," he said, his eyes wide with excitement. "They want you to come back and finish your degree."

Blitz's hand trembled as he reached for the letter that accompanied the camera. The words swam before his eyes, but the gist was clear—his teachers had seen his potential, had faith in his recovery. "I can't," he murmured, his voice thick with disbelief. "Not after what I've done."

Stolas took the letter from his hand, scanning the words with a frown. "They understand," he said gently. "They want to help you, Blitz. They believe in you."

The trio establishes a routine of care and companionship, with each member contributing to the household and supporting Blitz's recovery. A surprise delivery brings a lifeline from Blitz's past: an invitation to return to art school. Despite his initial doubt, the gesture from his teachers, who offer understanding and belief in his potential, marks a significant step in Blitz's healing journey and opens new possibilities for his future.

Blitz stared at the camera, his heart racing. He had always loved art, had dreamed of a life where he could create without the burden of his family's expectations or the chaos of his own emotions. The thought of returning to school, of being around people again, was both thrilling and terrifying.

"You should go," Stolas said, his voice gentle. "It's what you've always wanted."

Blitz looked up, his eyes searching Stolas's face. He knew the demon was right—this was the chance he had been dreaming of. But the fear of failure, of letting everyone down again, was a heavy burden. "What if I can't do it?" he whispered.

Stolas took his hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on the back of it. "You're stronger than you think," he said, his voice firm. "We're all here for you."

Brandon nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with encouragement. "You've come so far," he said. "And we'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way."

With a deep breath, Blitz made his decision. "Okay," he said, his voice steady. "I'll do it."

Their excitement was palpable as they helped him set up the camera, the clicking of the shutter a metaphorical leap into the future. Stolas couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the idea of Blitz leaving them for school, but he pushed it aside. This was what Blitz needed, what he deserved.

Despite his fears, Blitz decides to accept the offer to return to art school, driven by the encouragement of Stolas and Brandon. The camera delivery represents a beacon of hope and a chance to pursue his lifelong passion, prompting a significant decision to move forward. The support from his newfound family underscores the depth of their friendship and shared desire for his success.

As the days grew closer to the start of the semester, the house buzzed with a new energy. Blitz was a whirlwind of nerves and excitement, pouring his soul into his art as if it were a lifeline back to the world he had almost lost. Stolas watched him work, marveling at the way the light danced across the canvas, bringing to life the emotions that lay dormant in the demon's heart.

The night before his first day of classes, they gathered around the kitchen table, a map of the school sprawled out before them. Brandon's finger traced the path from their house to the art building, pointing out the quickest routes and the best places to grab coffee. "You've got this," he said, his eyes shining with belief.

Stolas felt his heart clench at the thought of Blitz leaving. "I'll miss you," he admitted, his voice thick with unshed tears.

Blitz looked at him, his expression softening. "I'll miss you too, Stoli," he said, using the old pet name that sent a shiver down Stolas's spine. "But this is a good thing. For all of us."

The first day of school was a blur of nervous excitement. Stolas and Brandon saw Blitz off, their words of encouragement hanging in the air like a protective shield. They watched as he disappeared into the sea of students, his crutches a stark reminder of the journey he had endured. Stolas felt a pang of regret, his wings tightening around his chest.

The trio prepares for Blitz's return to art school, filling the house with excitement and anticipation. Stolas, while feeling a sense of loss, recognizes the importance of this opportunity for Blitz. The moment of departure underscores their growth as a supportive family, with Stolas's use of the pet name "Stoli" hinting at their evolving relationship. The scene at the door captures the tension between fear and hope as they each face the new chapter ahead.

A delivery from Blitz's art school with an invitation to return marks a turning point in his healing. Despite fears, the support from Stolas and Brandon encourages Blitz to accept the offer. The house becomes a flurry of activity as they prepare for this significant step in his life, with Stolas calling him "Stoli," revealing the depth of their bond. Their shared excitement and fear highlight their growth as a family unit.

The house felt eerily quiet without Blitz's boisterous presence, and Stolas found himself wandering the halls, lost in thought. He picked up a paintbrush, the bristles still damp with Blitz's determination, and traced the contours of a forgotten canvas. It was as if he could feel the echoes of their shared past, the love and anger that had once consumed them.

In the kitchen, Brandon brewed a pot of coffee, the aroma a comforting embrace in the stillness. He looked over at Stolas, his eyes filled with understanding. "You know he's going to be okay," he said, his voice soothing.

Stolas nodded, but the doubt lingered. "I know," he murmured, his grip on the paintbrush tight. "But it's hard to let go."

Brandon stepped closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. "You've been his rock through all of this," he said. "He'll be fine. And we'll be here for each other."

Stolas leaned into the warmth of Brandon's embrace, his eyes still on the canvas. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's just... different."

Brandon nodded, his hand coming up to rest on Stolas's shoulder. "It is," he agreed. "But different doesn't have to be bad."

In Blitz's absence, the house feels empty, prompting introspection from Stolas. Brandon's comfort highlights the changing dynamics within their relationship. The moment of shared vulnerability and support acknowledges the challenges of change, while also affirming the strength of their bond as they navigate the new landscape of their lives without Blitz's constant presence. The conversation emphasizes growth and the acceptance of the new normal.

The next few months were a whirlwind of change. Blitz threw himself into his art, his passion for creation consuming him in a way that was both exhilarating and exhausting to watch. Stolas and Brandon supported him from the sidelines, attending his art shows and offering gentle criticism and encouragement. The house remained a bastion of their newfound peace, a place where they could be themselves without fear of judgment or repercussion.

But as the days grew shorter and the nights grew colder, the tension between Stolas and Brandon began to simmer beneath the surface. They had always known their feelings for each other were complicated, but with Blitz's departure, the unspoken truth grew louder. They were in love, and it was a love that transcended the boundaries of friendship.

One evening, as they sat in the living room with the warm glow of the fireplace casting shadows on the walls, Brandon took a deep breath. "Stoli," he began, his voice tentative. "I need to talk to you about something."

Stolas looked up from his book, his eyes meeting Brandon's with a mix of curiosity and wariness. "What's up?"

Brandon fidgeted, his hand tracing the edge of the couch cushion. "I've been thinking a lot about us," he began, his voice low. "And I know we've talked about taking things slow, but I... I can't help how I feel."

As Blitz immerses himself in school, the house remains a haven of support and growth. Stolas and Brandon's relationship evolves, with the unspoken truth of their love becoming more apparent. The conversation by the fireplace marks a pivotal moment where Brandon confesses his feelings, pushing the boundaries of their friendship and setting the stage for potential romantic developments within the trio's dynamic.

Stolas set his book aside, his heart racing. He knew what Brandon was trying to say, had felt the same unspoken tension coiling around them like a tightly wound spring. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice a whisper.

Brandon took a deep breath, his eyes searching Stolas's face. "I'm saying that I love you," he said finally. "And I want us to be more than just friends."

Stolas felt his breath catch in his throat. The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. He knew that this moment had been a long time coming, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut. He had been so focused on helping Blitz that he had pushed his own feelings aside, afraid of what they might mean.

He looked into Brandon's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was sincerity, a raw vulnerability that made his heart ache. "I love you too," he finally said, the words tumbling out of his mouth in a rush. "More than I thought I could love anyone."

Brandon's smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds. He leaned in, his hand cupping Stolas's cheek, and kissed him softly. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the sweetness of a future that had once seemed so far out of reach. Stolas melted into it, his body responding to the touch of the man he had come to love.

Brandon confesses his love for Stolas, desiring a romantic relationship beyond friendship. Stolas, initially caught off guard, admits his own love. Their mutual confession leads to a tender kiss, signaling a shift in their relationship dynamics and a newfound hope for a future together.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together as they explored the new landscape of their relationship. Stolas felt his wings unfurling, the feathers brushing against Brandon's skin, sending sparks of desire through his body. They pulled away, breathless, their eyes locked.

"We should tell Blitz," Stolas murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "He deserves to know."

Brandon nodded, his thumb tracing the line of Stolas's jaw. "Yeah," he agreed. "But let's give him some time to focus on school first."

Stolas nodded, his hand sliding into Brandon's. "You're right," he said, his voice a gentle whisper. "We don't want to overwhelm him."

The next few weeks were a blur of stolen moments and whispered confessions. They learned each other's rhythms, the way their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle that had always been meant to be solved. Stolas had never felt this way before, a fierce love that burned in his chest like a star. And with every touch, every shared glance, he knew that Brandon felt it too.

But the looming shadow of their secret grew heavier with each passing day. They knew they couldn't keep it from Blitz forever, but the timing never felt right. They didn't want to distract him from his studies, from the new life he was building outside the confines of their tumultuous past. So, they waited, their love a quiet flame that grew brighter with every shared smile, every gentle touch.

After confessing their love, Stolas and Brandon share intimate moments, yet decide to keep their new relationship a secret from Blitz to avoid distracting him from his studies. Their bond deepens, but the secret weighs heavily, illustrating the complexities of their evolving family dynamic.

Blitz, for his part, seemed oblivious to the change in the air. His focus was solely on his art, his eyes alight with a passion that had been dulled by their tumultuous history. He talked about his classes, his newfound friends, and the freedom that came with being out from under his family's thumb. Stolas and Brandon listened with pride, their hearts swelling with every victory he shared.

But as the winter months grew closer, the tension between them grew tauter. Stolas knew they couldn't keep their relationship a secret much longer. The guilt of hiding their love from Blitz was eating away at him, especially as they grew closer as friends. They had to tell him, to lay their hearts bare and hope that he would understand.

One night, after Blitz had returned from a particularly grueling day at school, they sat him down in the warmth of the living room. Stolas's wings fluttered nervously, and Brandon's hand found his, offering a silent gesture of support. They took deep breaths, their eyes locked on Blitz's face, which was a canvas of confusion and curiosity.

"What's going on, you guys?" Blitz asked, his voice tinged with weariness.

Stolas took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. "We have something to tell you," he began, his voice shaky. "It's about us. Brandon and me."

Blitz's eyes widened, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. "What is it?" he asked, his gaze flicking between them.

Brandon took the lead, his voice steady. "We've fallen in love," he said, his thumb caressing the back of Stolas's hand. "It's been happening slowly, over the past few months, as we've all been healing and finding our way."

Blitz stared at them, his eyes unblinking. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the crackling of the fireplace. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, fuck me sideways," he murmured, his eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like happiness. "I never saw that coming."

Stolas felt his shoulders relax, a weight lifting from his chest. "You're okay with it?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

Blitz leaned back into the couch, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that filled the room. "You two are perfect for each other. I could see it from the start."

Stolas's eyes widened in shock. "You... you knew?"

Blitz shrugged, his grin growing wider. "I'm not blind, Stoli. Plus, the way you two look at each other, it's like you're sharing a secret the universe is dying to know." He took a sip of his coffee, his eyes never leaving them. "But you guys are happy, right?"

Stolas nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "More than we've ever been," he admitted.

Brandon leaned in, his voice earnest. "We never wanted to hurt you, Blitz. We just didn't know how to tell you."

Blitz's smile softened, and he reached out to pat Stolas's knee. "I know that," he said, his voice gentle. "And I'm happy for you. Really."

The tension in the room dissipated like smoke, replaced by a warmth that made Stolas's wings flutter with relief. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Blitz leaned forward, his expression serious. "But I need you to promise me one thing," he said, his eyes piercing through the haze of their confession.

Stolas and Brandon exchanged a nervous glance. "What's that?" Brandon asked, his voice a soft murmur.

Blitz's eyes searched their faces, his expression earnest. "Promise me that you'll never forget what we had," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "The good, the bad, it's all a part of who we are. And I don't want any of us to lose that."

Stolas and Brandon nodded in unison, the gravity of Blitz's words settling in their hearts. They knew that their past was a tangled web of love, anger, and regret, but it had shaped them into the beings they were today. They had all suffered, grown, and learned from their experiences, and their friendship was the strongest it had ever been.

"We promise," Stolas said, his voice thick with emotion. "We'll always cherish the memories we've shared, good and bad. They've made us who we are."

Brandon squeezed Stolas's hand, and the demon felt the truth of his words resonate within him. Their past had been a tumultuous rollercoaster, but it had led them to this moment—to a place of healing and growth.

"But what about us?" Stolas asked, his voice tentative. "Where do we go from here?"

Blitz's smile remained, but his eyes grew thoughtful. "Well, we're still friends, right?" He took a deep breath. "I think we need to figure out what that looks like now. We can't go back to the way things were, but we can move forward. Together."

They sat in silence for a moment, the crackling fire the only sound in the room. Then, as if a dam had broken, words began to spill from their lips—memories of the past, hopes for the future, fears and insecurities laid bare. They talked until the early hours of the morning, their hearts open and raw with the weight of their confessions.

As the embers of the fire began to die down, Brandon spoke up, his voice filled with a newfound resolve. "We can make this work," he said, his eyes shining with determination. "We're stronger together than we ever were apart."

Stolas nodded, his gaze moving between Blitz and Brandon. "We're a family," he said firmly. "No matter what happens, we're in this together."

Blitz's eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Alright," he murmured, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "A family it is."

The weeks that followed were a delicate dance of redefining their dynamics. They were no longer just roommates, but a trio bound by love, friendship, and a shared history that was as complex as it was painful. Stolas and Brandon grew more open with their affection, their touches and gestures a silent declaration of their newfound relationship status. Yet, they remained acutely aware of Blitz's feelings, ensuring that their love didn't overshadow the friendship that had been the foundation of their unconventional bond.

Blitz, for his part, threw himself into his art with renewed vigor. The scent of fresh paint and the scraping of palette knives against canvas filled the house, a constant reminder of the healing power of creation. He painted with a frenzy that both Stolas and Brandon found mesmerizing, his brushstrokes speaking volumes about his tumultuous journey. His pieces grew bolder, more vivid, and the pain that had once been so palpable in his work began to give way to something more profound—a sense of rebirth.

Stolas watched from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. He knew that Blitz was still navigating the choppy waters of his emotions, but he saw the growth, the way the demon was slowly letting go of the anger and hurt that had defined him for so long. And as he watched Blitz, he felt a newfound sense of purpose. He had always loved the idea of a family, but now, with Brandon by his side, he saw the possibility of it becoming a reality.

One evening, as Blitz worked on a particularly intense piece, Stolas approached him, a tentative smile on his face. "Hey," he said softly, not wanting to disturb the artist's flow. "Can I see?"

Blitz stepped back, his expression a mix of pride and vulnerability. "It's not finished," he warned, but the way his eyes searched Stolas's face told the demon he was eager for feedback.

Stolas nodded, his wings fluttering with excitement as he stepped closer. The painting was a whirlwind of color and emotion, a stark contrast to the darkness that had once dominated Blitz's work. It was a self-portrait, but instead of the usual snarling, feral demon, there was a softness to the features, a hint of peace in the eyes that hadn't been there before. "It's beautiful," Stolas murmured, the truth of his words resonating through him.

Blitz looked at him, his expression unreadable. "Thanks," he said, his voice gruff. "It's... different."

Stolas reached out, his hand hovering over the canvas. "It's a reflection of where you are now," he said, his eyes never leaving Blitz's. "You're growing, Blitz. We all are."

Blitz nodded, his eyes never leaving the painting. "I know," he murmured. "It's just... scary. Change is scary."

Stolas took a deep breath, his hand landing gently on Blitz's shoulder. "We're all here for you," he said. "We're in this together."

Brandon, who had been quietly observing from the doorway, stepped into the room, his presence a comforting warmth. "And we're not going anywhere," he added, his voice firm.

Blitz's gaze flicked to Brandon, and for a moment, Stolas saw the ghost of their past, the hurt and betrayal that had once driven them apart. But then Blitz took a deep breath, and the moment passed. "Thanks, guys," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

The three of them stood there, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. They had come so far, endured so much, and yet here they were—still standing, still fighting for a future filled with hope and love.

As the nights grew colder and the days shorter, the house grew more alive with the warmth of their shared experiences. They laughed together, cried together, and supported each other's dreams. Stolas watched as Brandon and Blitz grew closer, not as lovers, but as brothers. It was a bond he had never thought possible, but now it was as solid as the foundation of their home.

One particularly dreary afternoon, Stolas found Blitz sitting by the window, his eyes distant. "What's up?" Stolas asked, his voice soft.

Blitz sighed, his gaze still out the window. "Just thinking," he murmured. "I got an email from the school today. They're having an exhibition, and they want me to submit some of my work."

Stolas's heart swelled with excitement. "That's amazing, Blitz!" He knew how much art meant to the demon, how it was his lifeblood, his way of making sense of the chaos inside him. "You should totally do it."

Blitz's eyes searched Stolas's face, looking for reassurance. "Do you think I'm ready?"

Stolas's smile was unwavering. "You're more than ready. Your art is... it's incredible. The world deserves to see it."

The room was filled with the sound of Blitz's shaky exhale. "Okay," he said finally, turning back to the canvas before him. "I'll do it."

Stolas felt a surge of pride. "That's the spirit," he said, clapping Blitz on the back. "We'll all go to the exhibition together. It'll be a celebration of how far you've come."

The days leading up to the exhibition were a flurry of activity. Blitz worked tirelessly on his pieces, fueled by a mix of excitement and nerves. Stolas and Brandon did their part, offering help where they could and giving Blitz the space he needed to create. The house was a symphony of creativity, with paint splattered on the floor and canvas strewn across every available surface.

On the night of the exhibition, the trio stood before the mirror, each dressed to the nines. Stolas's tail swished anxiously as he straightened Brandon's tie, while Brandon checked Blitz's attire. They looked like a well-oiled machine, each one playing their role in the grand performance of their newfound life together.

The gallery was a cacophony of voices and color when they arrived. Stolas felt his heart race as he took in the sea of unfamiliar faces, each one a potential critic of Blitz's soul-baring art. But as they approached the section dedicated to Blitz's work, the chatter grew quieter, replaced by a sense of reverence.

The paintings on the wall were a testament to his growth, each one a snapshot of his journey from anger to acceptance. The vibrant colors and powerful brushstrokes spoke louder than any words could. Stolas felt his chest swell with pride as he watched Blitz's eyes dart around the room, searching for their reactions.

Brandon's hand found Stolas's, their fingers intertwining as they moved closer to the first piece. It was a portrait of the two of them, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the fireplace, a scene from one of their many quiet nights together. Stolas felt his heart clench at the raw emotion in every detail—the love in Brandon's eyes, the understanding in his own.

As they moved through the exhibition, they saw their lives reflected back at them through Blitz's art. The pain, the anger, the love—it was all there, a visual diary of their journey from hell to something that resembled a home. Each piece was a story, a testament to their resilience and the bonds that had formed between them.

The attendees whispered, their eyes drawn to the raw emotion that poured from the canvases. Stolas felt his cheeks heat up as he heard snippets of their conversations, praising the honesty and depth of Blitz's work. They talked about the transformation, the way the art spoke to them, and for the first time in his life, Stolas felt truly seen.

As they reached the final piece, a sculpture of all three of them standing together, Stolas couldn't hold back his tears. It was perfect, a tangible representation of their journey from hell to this moment of hope. Blitz had captured the strength in Brandon's arms as he held them both, the love in Stolas's eyes as he looked up at him, and the newfound peace in his own expression.

"It's... it's us," Stolas managed to choke out, his voice thick with emotion.

Brandon's hand tightened around his, and Stolas knew that he was feeling the same overwhelming wave of pride and awe. The sculpture was a masterpiece, a three-dimensional representation of their tumultuous journey that somehow managed to encapsulate the love and hope that had emerged from the ashes.

The night of the exhibition was a blur of handshakes, compliments, and questions about their unusual living situation. Blitz fielded them with a mix of his trademark sarcasm and a surprising openness, his cheeks flushing with pleasure at the genuine praise for his art. Stolas and Brandon hovered nearby, a silent support system that seemed to bolster Blitz's confidence with every shared smile and gentle touch.

As the evening drew to a close, the three of them found themselves standing before the sculpture once again. Blitz's hand hovered over the outstretched wing of the Stolas figure, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "This," he said, his voice choked with emotion, "this is what I want to remember."

Stolas stepped closer, his own eyes misty. "We'll always be here for you," he promised, his hand covering Blitz's. "No matter what."

Brandon wrapped an arm around both of them, his eyes shining with love. "We're in this together," he said, his voice firm. "Always."

The exhibition was a success, the three of them leaving the gallery with a sense of accomplishment and a newfound understanding of their place in the world. They had faced their demons, both literally and figuratively, and come out the other side stronger. The art had not only been a reflection of their past but a beacon of hope for their future.

[pipsqueakparker]

hey can i go a little wacky weirdo reaching here? can i just... say a little something that i know is SUCH a stretch but like... its been rockin' around the ol' noggin'...

okay so... after apology tour, we got 3 shorts before the final 3 episodes... the shorts seem to fill the month after AT, we're all assuming it's just time passing, and also gives us little hints at how blitz is coping - we've discussed that.

they're also kind of lining up with these last episodes in a cool kinda way???

i mean, obvs we still don't have sinsmas but just thinking about antarctica & weeaboo-boo with ghostfuckers & mastermind

antarctica: blitz is off his game (struggling w the crystal), he has to rely on his friend (moxxie) to get him out of this situation bc he can't do it himself (no confidence, rizz is on vacay)

ghostfuckers: blitz is off his game (isolating & self-destructing in the non-sexy ways), he has to rely on his friend (millie) to get him out of this situation bc he can't do it himself (no confidence, self-esteem doesn't exist)

and then i've seen a couple people point out how weeaboo-boo connects with mastermind through emberlynn's writing, but they also both involve blitz being misrepresented, stereotyped, & ignored/spoken over

and anyway, this is where i am doing my mental gymnastics but it makes me curious about how we might see some chupacabra connections to sinsmas 👀 Agent 1&2 come to mind, but i wouldn't bet on anything that prominent, but i mean i'm real curious where they're at

(crazy pants idea: it's not vassago or via or anyone that saves blitz & stols from andre, it's the DHORKS, they're trying to summon Stolas and since andrealphus took his place, he gets summoned instead - that will never happen but it'd be hilarious)

anyway i think one thing i am hoping is addressed in some fashion is the magic we've seen hinted to be protecting blitz throughout the show, but especially with his gun in chupacabra

so there are just some things i've been thinking about

[demon-country]

You know I haven't seen anyone address the fact that Stolas hasn't told Blitz or anyone that Stella hired Striker. And it make me wonder is it because he doesn't want to worry anyone or does he think no one will care? Honestly either way is heartbreaking.

You're right, I haven't seen any meta about it either, although truthfully I'm pretty new to the fandom so I might've just missed any discussions about it when the episode came out. I've seen it explored a few times in fics though!

As for my own thoughts on it, I think there's a good chance it might be because he thinks no one will care. Although, I'm positive that he hasn't told Octavia about it because he doesn't want to ruin whatever relationship she has with her mother. He wants her to have a family, and to him that has always meant sheltering her from all of his abuse and likely his depression too.

As for everyone else, well his problem is probably two-fold. For one thing, Stolas is used to people either ignoring or laughing at the way Stella treats him, as shown in The Circus when no one seemed bothered by her publicly humiliating him. He, like many abuse survivors and male survivors in particular, is probably deeply ashamed of his abuse. You'll notice that he doesn't seem to have told anyone about that either. This is an extension of her abuse, and he might not know how to talk about something he's kept hidden for so long, even though it's now a direct threat to his life. Or perhaps he thinks that because she called it off, it means she's no longer interested in killing him and therefore it doesn't matter.

For another thing, well, like I've said before, Stolas has been braced for Blitz's rejection for quite some time. This likely solidified when Blitz both acted very nonchalant on the phone during his kidnapping and never came to see him in the hospital. In fact, I think the implication was that no one visited him in the hospital, save maybe Octavia. He has no friends, likely no family besides Octavia who cares about him, no support system at all, and the man he reached out to for help doesn't seem interested in personally helping or even interacting with him (we as an audience know Blitz's very good reasons for his avoidance, but unfortunately Stolas does not). Stolas might not think Blitz would actually care about who ordered the hit, especially since it was called off and isn't likely to be an issue anymore.

And notice how Stolas starts his call with Blitz with an apology. I think that now that Stolas has 'realized' that Blitz has been completely unhappy with their deal and might not want him back (both are largely untrue, but Blitz was so good at masking it that Stolas now believes the lies), he has stopped all of his flirtation entirely and let his very low self-esteem win. When you're depressed, it's very common to think that you're being a burden to those around you, and that's amplified when you've been abused and told you're a burden. So you feel the need to apologize whenever you ask for help or impose upon someone's time, and when you say "I'm sorry for calling again at a bad time," there's often an unspoken "I'm sorry for burdening you with my problems and presence, I'm sorry to have to ask this of you," tacked onto it.

So yeah, while we know that Blitz cares about him so fucking much and would absolutely want to kill Stella for daring to go after Stolas, Stolas... doesn't. And after Apology Tour, he's convinced that Blitz gives exactly zero shits about him or what happens to him.

This is likely something that no one is going to know about until the choice is taken out of his hands and forcibly exposed. He won't tell Octavia, because he doesn't want to worry her or show her the dark truth of his and Stella's relationship. He won't tell anyone else, because he doesn't think they'll care.

It is heartbreaking, and I can't wait for the truth to come out. Thank you for the ask, I love talking about meta!

[madefate]

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “ [Stolas to Blitz] / @helldustedstories

❝ You need to, I - ❞ Blitz's attention isn't just divided - it's shattered. They hadn't even been fucking doing anything; case in point: the iced coffee he'd gotten ( the fancy kind, huge and full of extras on Stolas' insistence and dime - he hadn't known what to make of that, except to flush and accept it ) was abandoned two blocks ago, splattered on the pavement. Which is almost as painful as the newly acquired bullet wound in his thigh, dripping and searing but ignored for now in favor running.

He hadn't even thought about it - just grabbed Stolas by the hand and took off, driven purely by instinct, listening but not hearing Stolas' protests - his mind too busy trying to connect pieces. His first instinct these days is Striker, of course, but Blitz hadn't seen any sign of him. The single glance he'd gotten of the motherfucker revealed nothing. He wasn't familiar - Blitz didn't remember him from Wrath, from Crimson's associates - fuck, he didn't remember him from any of his time in the crime rings of Greed. Which means he has no idea what the fuck wants, and he got the drop on him, so it'd be a nightmare to try to start a gunfight now when he has someone to protect.

That had been his instinct: tell Stolas to get the fuck out of here so he could focus on the task at hand. And that's what he's trying to come up with now - every reason why it's fine that Stolas take off so Blitz can work. Because if he doesn't -

Uh. Well. Okay, Stolas isn't exactly unarmed, like, ever. Right, because of the whole powerful demonic magic thing. But that doesn't mean he should have to fight - well, okay, yeah! Sure! He's saved their asses before in the human realm! So he can handle himself. - Okay, then, that doesn't change the fact that Blitz will slow him down -

... On an open street, when Stolas has the power of portals ?

Suddenly, the excuses are dying on his tongue as he realizes that Stolas is, in fact, strong and capable. So that just leaves ... that just leaves Blitz not wanting him to get hurt. He's struck, frozen for a minute, wide eyes fixed on Stolas' - then impulsively, before he can talking himself out of it, Blitz holds one arm up, expression stricken, for Stolas to pick him up.

❝ - Okay. But don't just portal. I have no idea who this guy is and we can't let him loose until we figure it out. Point me in the right direction and I'll shoot. And be fucking careful. ❞

// settling dust! &. accepting

[tobiasdrake]

Well. This sucks. This could not possibly get worse.

...I know I'm supposed to say, "it got worse," here. But. Honestly? I see opportunity. Halara can drown Yomi and we can call this a day. Again, they might shoot Yakou but it'll be worth it in the long run.

Because a guy wanted to rob a bank.

I know, it's incredibly disappointing. He pulled a Die Hard, trying to disguise a crime as meager as larceny by incriminating himself in a much bigger, more complex crime that surely carries a far higher penalty than a mere bank robber would ever face.

Should have walked in with a concealed handgun like a reasonable human being. Even had a place to get one. But he was like, "Nah, I wanna go down for attempted murder, terrorism, and large-scale property destruction of an entire section of a city!"

I mean, if you think about it, this is your fault, Yomi. Fascist police state that crushes all criminals with an iron fist? If the severity of a crime doesn't really matter 'cause the jackboots are going to brutalize you either way then why not go big?

I mean, you're a petulant child who is now beating up his own bodyguards in the midst of a tantrum. But I feel ya. I'm frustrated too. This outcome was incredibly disappointing.

You know, he's not technically wrong. We did plant the bombs. There's a lot of nuance to it, as we were acting in ignorance and went around disarming three of them. But that's a level of nuance well above where a fascist police state operates, so we are technically an accomplice to this crime.

Like I've been saying. Let Halara blitz the cops and then drown Yomi in the floodwaters. Then we can all go out for ice cream KANAI WARD SIGNATURE MEAT BUNS.

Plus we've got Bestie here to save scum this fight for us. We've got this.

IT'S GO TIME MOTHERFU--

...that's what the time reversal is for! Come on! We can do this! And by "we" I mostly mean Halara!

Even if we die here, as long as we make him choke on his tongue, it will be worth it. He's going to regret punching out his own bodyguards.

Don't talk like you're planning on sacrificing yourself, Halara. You said self-sacrifice is worthless like ten seconds ago. I know you were probably trying to look cool in your Emotionless Merc persona but nonetheless, I'm gonna hold you to that.

I have faith in you. We can--

Oh, shit. Everyone, be cool. We can't let Mary Poppins know we were all about to kill each other. She will be so disappointed in us. She might even make us sing a song about how rude we are.

[stubblesandwich]

I started to hide my feelings in the tags like a normal person and tumblr rudely said I was maxed out on tags so I guess I have to write it here for all to see.

Anyway the difference between these two proposals is something I'm going to think about for a while. Because I get that the first version is bad. I get it. But I just appreciate so much that she literally bounds down the stairs to him when he gets home. And she's like okay WOW you smell like booze, and she hasn't seen him all day because he's been holed up by himself just getting blitzed. But she ignores all of that because she's just SO HAPPY she found this ring (as she was snooping through his things lolol) and she knows the ring is for her. And she just cannot contain her elation and just has to say yes to this man right now, right this instant, where is he, is he home yet. Just immediately, before the poor man can even ask the question.

Like???? I love her for that??? Can we please take a moment to compare this woman here to the prickly princess from season one? or two? Or three, even? This is the same woman who held him at arms' length for so long because she was scared of getting hurt, scared of opening up too much and losing him. And gradually, with each little bit she let him in, he has become someone who is so incredibly important to her, someone vital to her happiness.

He's the one who got her first dance at her first ball. The one who followed her through time. The one who gave up his ship for her. The one who found her and saved her. The one who died for her, in this universe and another. The man she turned into a monster to save, then went to hell to try to save again. She loves him so much that she literally can't help herself; she finds this ring in with his things, and she can't pretend she hasn't seen it. She has to be engaged to him right then, right now, no waiting. Emma Swan is impatient when it comes to her man and girl, I get it!

And he really was going to tell her about David's father, bless his heart. But can we blame him for not wanting to ruin this sweet, vulnerable moment for Emma? Like, this girl has got it bad by now.

And then there's the second proposal. Which, man, I just love the two lined up side by side, and you can see how disheveled he is, and how there's literally a bloody gash on his head. But by God, he's going to do this now, right bloody now, he will ask this woman to marry him before someone else tries to kill him, and he's going to do it right.

I find it so interesting too that in the first proposal, he's down on one knee, but she pulls him up to her. In the second, she drops down to his level. There's some symbolism there my brain is trying to unpack. It's almost like the first time around, she's kind of forcing him into this ideal moment that means something to her, but that he wasn't ready for. Emma pulling Killian back up to her seems to symbolize that the moment was about her and her alone, unbeknownst to Emma. He was ready to marry her, obviously, but he wasn't ready to propose to her the way he wanted to. (Because, you know, he had a murder to confess to, big yikes.)

But in the second one, she drops down to him, as if to say, "I see you for who you are and I accept you. I am meeting you where you are, and I love you, and yes, I will marry you still." And that's beautiful, really. You can see in the first proposal, just in his face, this moment is clearly for Emma. He is putting aside what he was planning to tell her and is choosing instead to prolong this happiness for her. He literally doesn't have it in him to ruin this moment for her. (And later, thankfully, she comes to understand that.)

But in the second proposal, ah! This one's for Killian. It's not the ideal moment, because he narrowly escaped death yet again (then again maybe it is just very fitting for him lolol), but by God, he's going to ask this woman to be his wife the right way even if it kills him. All secrets are out on the table now. He tells her she can be sure that he will always, always be by her side, and then he drops down on one knee and he asks her to be his wife. And Emma! She drops down to him, looks him in the eye and makes him wait a solid handful of seconds before she says yes. She waits that extra time to look at him, really see him, and make sure he sees her, and she tells him yes, she'll marry him.

Both of these are so so precious to me. I know the first one was awful for Killian, but man, it was so special to see Emma so ready to say yes to him. No fear, no hesitation, no freakout moment. Just jumping in feet first, an absolute yes. And in the second one we get to see Killian lay it all out there for her. She knows the man he was, the man he is, and the mistakes he's still capable of making. But she also knows how he'll always, always fight for her, even at the expense of his own life, if needed. His devotion to her is completely unparalleled (and hers to him, as well). And she's still happy to tell him yes.

TL;DR I just love them, you guys.

365 days of captain swan :: day 111

[cocktailsfairytales]

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My kidnappers didn't expect me to fight for my life. They also didn't give me any other choice.

Frightened but free, the only person I could think to call was Dax Romano. And he came to save me, the way I hoped he would.

Should I have left him alone? Probably. But he's the man I can't stop thinking about. The man I've somehow fallen for.

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Or to take me home and keep me for himself?

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One minute I'm running for my life from an ambush, the next I'm saving Dante from herself and the people who would use her for their own gain.

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Like stealing my heart when I least expected it.

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[temmtamm]

Hello! <3 I hope your day is going well! I have just discovered your blog and I have to say I love your headcanons :)), if you like the requests ideas I thought of I'd love to hear your take on one or the the other or both ofc!, but of course I'd understand if not<3

Ok ok so basically I had an idea for headcanons for yandere!Stella from hb x an imp darling, I feel as if she'd be so mad that she fell for an imp after everything that happened hvngbhn

And-!, Some headcanons for yandere!Loona x opposite personality hellhound darling, like there super quiet and timid basically the opposite of Loona!

𖣘YANDERE STELLA AND YANDERE LOONA HEADCANONS𖣘

(Asks are opened and appreciated)

STELLA

Oh, Asmodeous- she is so embarrassed at herself and is quick to blame Stolas, claiming that he rubbed his pervertedness off of her.

She tries to ignore you and even treats you harsher than she would to other imps to make you scram, yet over time a soft spot grew in her heart.

If she heard anyone talking about you and her like how they talk about Stolas and Blitz...well, lets just say she'll be hiring stricker as a hitman again.

She's surprisingly really sweet behind closed doors, but in front of people she has to save face to keep her name in tact.

She is an extremely jealous yandere and will have anyone's head who even so much as compliments you.

She is practically a sugar momma with how much money she spends on you. She isn't good with pda, affection or words of affirmation so she resorts to money to keep you satisfied.

She is a bit paranoid that you'd leave like how Stolas did, so you might get locked in the mansion for a bit. Don't worry though, she'll make sure to have all her servants wait on you hand and foot while your trapped.

She's actually a very motherly and cuddley type when you two get the chance to do cute couple stuff.

It's a tight walk, but she tries her best to give you as much love as she can without putting her reputation at risk. She still can't get over the fear of her name being tainted.

LOONA

You definitely surprised many by making your way into her heart. Even she was a bit surprised, considering her nature as well as her usually liking more badass and borderline rude people rather than gentle sweethearts like you

Seeing as how hellhounds are another hellborn, it isn't that much of a surprise that you were in hell, but she still can't help but question as to why an angel like you was cursed to the lower land.

She tries her hardest to act like she doesn't care about shit but she cares sooo much.

She cares what you think about her and spends extra time to make sure she looks good before your twos dates, despite her saying she couldn't care less if you found her ugly.

She cares about who talks to you. She doesn't want your pure soul tainted by their sins.

And she also cares about if you get hurt. If blitz even so much as let's you get a tiny scratch on a mission, she will show him the true terror of wolves.

She wants to be so cool sooo bad so she'll act like she doesn't mind and that she's too badass for you when your in the room, but when your gone she goes into lovesick puppy mode and spends sooo long ranting about you.

She isn't a jealous type about you finding others but she's jealous in a different way. She wants you just to herself so she cannot let anyone taint your "perfectness"

Yknow how she's always on that phone of hers? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret....shes always glued to it cause she's on your social media and looking at all your pictures

[love-toxin]

NGL it's a bit of a shame that the werewolves in The Quarry look like That™. I'd still have freaky werewolf sex with Nick and Jacob though

ok frfr im not a fan of the designs either but.....FREAKY....WEREWOLF SEX.....BRO....like i think i could realistically do like half n half, fangs and dark eyes n claws n whatnot bc of the hot and possessive possibilities.....but also....

(tw: dubcon/monsterfucking)

getting chased by your freshly-werewolfied crush in the woods, desperate to get away and frantically sprinting in any direction you can find until you hurry around a rock or smthn to hide. and while you're terrified, obviously, in this scenario i think it would be cool and funny if you're a huge monsterfucker and there's this weird thrill inside you that's getting a kick out of being hunted by the guy you like in such a big, scary form. so when he gets closer and you have to hold your breath, he approaches slowly until his fangs are dripping with drool and his breath is warm against your face, and you let a little moan slip and you're done for. he drags you out of your hiding place by your ankle and you let out an involuntary scream bc you think you're gonna die, but then you're flipped over on to your belly and his claws crush the ground on either side of your head. little wisps of his voice come out among the rumbles and growls of his werewolf mouth and you finally get to hear him compliment you after a whole summer of pining, but it's mostly just praise regarding how tasty you look beneath him. etc etc he rips your clothes off and fucks you into the ground with a thick ol' werewolf cock, and you inadvertently save your other friends from him bc he just uses you like a cocksleeve the whole night and can't break himself off of you until the sun starts rising and he staggers away as he's changing back into himself. and when he sees what he's done (bc you're probably completely blitzed and half-unconscious from getting your guts rearranged) he freaks out and tries to get you help while trying to ignore the urges he still has to dump another load inside you bc you look so cute when you're all limp and teary-eyed.

and if he's cured, sick! he doesn't have to worry about hurting you ever again boohoo boohoo. but if he's still cursed, you get to ride your new werewolf boyfriend every full moon and get your holes blasted with cum like his life depends on it 🤪

[tommycorriander]

Maybe this isn't how everyone feels regarding Stolas and his shift from villain to sympathetic, but for me it comes down to the simple fact that the lack of planning (self admitted by both Viv and Brandon at multiple panels) for his character leave the audience with a jumbled mess. You're actively punished for engaging with the story in a meaningful way because what is expected of the character and how the audience is "supposed" to react to it changes on a dime. (As an aside, I think the fact that there is an intended reaction from the audience that Viv clearly wants is a massive flaw in and of itself, but that's a post for another time). Had that shift been planned, had he been intentionally designed to go from "this guy is a sexual predator and overall scumbag" to "genuine love interest", I think there would be a lot less pushback.

And there are multiple ways of going about this, too. If you want a more mushy, sanded at the edges but still messy queer love story, the shift would be in Stolas' attitude. He recognizes his behavior is wrong, reflects, tries to make amends, and actually *does* understand that he hasn't "thought so highly" of Blitz. A clear acknowledgement of his own actions, how they affected others, and a proper apology and work to improve could make for an interesting storyline.

Alternatively, you can go the "well we're in Hell" excuse, and instead have Blitz become a worse person. This would obviously have pushback of its own, and would require the entirety of season 1 to be written in a vastly different way, but hey, that's an option that *could* have existed if the writers *planned* for that route. Maybe the original deal is actually sat down and discussed as a business deal, without the pressure of *dying* on the table- I'm imagining it as similar to the "Negotiating the Contract" scene in Fifty Shades (the movie). Give Blitz more agency, have him lean into it. Hell, this would actually make The Circus a less bad-taste episode (with some tweaks; have Blitz decide to steal from Stolas on his own, or have his dad suggest the idea and him agree to it with no issue) and might even make it less controversial.

Alas, we have neither of these things, because like Fifty Shades (the book), this is written with a serialized mindset: each episode is part of a larger plot without any consideration for how events before *and* after affect the plot. A proper rewrite of the Stolitz end of things is impossible without outright throwing away a lot of material, but you can't just *throw away* entire episodes, because they all have some tiny part that makes it impossible to cut completely. Everything is simultaneously connected and disconnected, which makes for a frustrating viewing experience.

It's why I suggest my two options, but ultimately am not satisfied with either of them, because I'm having to actively rewrite certain scenes, ignore entire plot points, or just flat out *make shit up* in my head to have anything resembling a coherent storyline. Frankly, anyone who thinks this show is salvageable is either not paying attention or thinks too highly of their storytelling ability. The only editing tool that would save the plot is for it all to mysteriously vanish, Food Fight Script style.

"Why do people dislike this character I depicted ashing out a cigarette on the guy he coerced into sex and physically abusing his butler? Stop saying mean things about him!"

[ravenwitch45]

Can you explain to me why do you think Asmodeous and Fizzarolli are hypocrites?

I saw you on the coment that said that until now every villain but Stella and this two had their karma served, but...... they actually were just running business? If it is the relationship with an Imp, it was Wally Wackford the one who made the coment centered on that (the irony). Meanwhile Fizzarolli focused on tormenting Blitz, while Asmodeos focused on the fact that Stolas was having an affair inside his club (which IS true).

It's even funny because Asmodeus, even if he humiliates them while doing so, isn't giving them any moral reprimand, but is like "OMG, the gossip YAS! This is the spicy shit I want in my place" considering he just had to scold Moxxie for singing vanilla love songs in a sex-club. He actually tried to give him a second chance to change his lyrics, but lets be honest, it was like singing My Little Pony in a rock concert, not the mood and it's not what the audience is paying for. So they went to both have fun and SAVE the show.

But there is the fact that none of them seems to be cheating on anyone, and actually hace a decent relationship in whixh none of them seems to be insecure from and it's actually very wholesome. Their relationship IS basically what we want Stolitz to be, one in which both support each other without feeling an abuse of power even with the social difference.

Also, I would like to remind people that Verosika seems to be the victim from her relationship with Blitz, so we can't blame her for being the way she is with him. Even Blitz recognizes several times (the guilty look when he looked at her picture at the end of "Ozzie's", the way she is the one that mentions he puches people away being bad to them in "Truth Seekers" and how he just agrres that he stole from her and left her when we meet her) that he was the one that hurt her, so can we really consider her a villain? It gets to the point at the start from "Ozzie's" she was trying to hide her alcohism by trying to get her drinks without anyone watching her (pushing Wally in the process) to just drink alone and with a little sad air while Moxxie finishes his song.

Uhh... Okay that's quite a lot, but it is an ask either way so I will do my best to respond. One point at a time.

The reason I think Asmodeus and Fizzarolli are hypocrites is pretty simple

Two couples, one member of each is royalty, and the other member is an Imp. Asmodeus and Fizz may be hiding the fact that there together (Not very well mind you) but they honestly should give props to Blitzo and Stolas for being out about the whole thing. They don't know any of the complications or even that there not technichally dating but that doesn't matter. They choose to torment and humiliate them in front of everyone. It may be juicy gossip but it's a shitty move to people so similar to you anyway.

Ozz is even worse then Fizz here, Fizz and Blitzo have beef but Stolas is remarkably kind for a demon, it wouldn't make sense for him to have done something to Asmodeus to warrant this kind of behavior but yes taunt the man who has done nothing to you about his broken home life. He may not be directly morally reprimanding Stolas but he is bringing up something sensitive, going the extra mile to create a spectral Octavia and Stella to glare at Stolas, all in front of a crowd. It's just plain cruel honestly

And then there's them harassing Moxxie for his song not being lewd enough, now I admit, it didn't fit, this is a sex club so a lovey dovey song is a bit jarring but that's ignoring that HE HAD ASMODEUS'S PERMISSION.

It was planned, Moxxie probably paid him too and it's not his fault the Peacock didn't think to ask what he was planning on singing. So the song ruins the mood, it's Asmodeus's fault for not thinking and if Moxxie paid to do this then he should at least be able to finish. Not to mention Moxxie and Millie, and Hell Stolas and Blitzo too are his fucking customers, they are paying and they deserve some respect. Not to be humiliated.

And yeah, Fizz and Ozzie seem to have a surprisingly healthy relationship and I applaud them for that. It's honestly impressive with how little Imps are seemingly seen as to most nobles, something that caused a lot of problems for Blitzo and Stolas and there working on it, These two have worked past it and that's cool to see. I'll admit that, I like this ship after all.

And lastly there's Verosika. Your completely right in the fact that she was the victim. Blitzo betrayed her and it clearly stung deep, leading to her alcholism or making it worse if it was already present. Perhaps "villain" isn't the right word for her, Antagonist is probably much more fitting, cause she is in opposition to Blitzo and company after all. Honestly all three of them are kinda in a grey area like that.

But back to Verosika. She can still be blamed for her behavior, her being the victim doesn't change that Pain does not excuse causing it, even if it is to the one who caused yours. She intentionally took I.M.P's parking spot and almost had her gang assault Moxxie and she joined Fizz in Blitzo's two biggest regrets double teaming him. She might have been burned by him, but that doesn't excuse her actively choosing in trying to do the same to him

I feel bad for her, Alcholism is no joke and it's tragic that she's to the point that she's hiding it and she seems to have noone close to really confide in. I hope she get's better and works through her pains. I also hope her and Blitzo have a good long talk. Honestly what he needs for Stolas too, and Loona, and Fizz too. Okay get in the line Verosika.

I do feel the need to state that I don't hate any of these three, I acknowledge their flaws and the fact there not... great people but I like them despite that. There cool characters and If I ever write them in my spare time I'll think I'll enjoy it. Sorry if I seemed harsh last time.

Thanks for the ask, I hope I answered accordingly.